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What is Reality?

I have dreamed

The strangest dreams

And believed them to be true.

 

 

When I die

Will I finally find the reality

Of all I see?

 

 

No, I will see

No more of dream

Or of what we call reality

For I will no longer be me.

Satisfaction

The birds outside

Are so easily satisfied

With stale bread.

 

 

My dog loudly sighs

As he eyes

That tempting bread.

But none can pass

Through glass to grass …

There Once Was a Poet in a Garret

There once was a poet in a garret

Who lived all alone with his parrot.

I regret his verse

It grew steadily worse

Until he was murdered by his parrot!

 

 

Backstreet

After the beauties of Kew

I went with you

To a cheap hotel.

I remember I almost fell

As we mounted the stairs

To their unfriendly glares.

 

I can remember your name.

Did I feel shame?

I really can not recall

But I recollect a fall

And those dangerous stairs

In a backstreet hotel.

As I Try to Write

As I try to write

The tick tock

Of the clock

Measures my day and night.

At other times

Lost in rhymes

I hear it not.

 

The beat of women’s feet

Has measured my pleasure

And pain. But the clock mocks

Us all. We fall

In love and lust,

And time turns all to dust.

Speculate to Accumulate

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I met a young lady named Kate

Who said, “you must speculate to accumulate!”.

So I spent all my money

On Kate and Miss Honey.

And now I own just a plate!

The Charms of a Young Lady’s Arms

I met a young lady of Sheffield

Who said, “all the men they yield

To the sweet charms

Of my warm arms”.

I said, “what! In this muddy field!”

An Innocent Drink

I met a young lady named Belle

In the bar of a seedy hotel.

We spent our time

Discussing rhyme over wine,

Now the papers feature me with Belle!

3 of My Poems from the Churchyard Yew and Other Poems Included on the World Poetry Reading Series for 11th July 2024

I have been fortunate to have had several of my poems from “The Churchyard Yew and Other Poems” included in the World Poetry Reading Series for July 11th World Poetry Cafe for July 11 2024 Victor and many old poets by VictorSchwartzman | Mixcloud.  Among the poems included are “A Hyacinth’s Scent Last Night” and “Blossoming Time”.

 

My poems are preceded by several poets reading their own work, including a fine reading by T. S. Eliot of “Sweney Among the Nightingales”, and the Welsh poet Dylan T...

Another’s Death

In another’s death we see

Our own mortality.

We sympathise with the bereaved,

And may even grieve.

But in another’s death we see

Our own Mortality.