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Do Those Who Drink Of Lethe

Do those who drink of Lethe
Find surcease
From pain?
Or do they wrack their brain
In a vain
Attempt to regain
What is forever, lost?

O to be free of regret
And forever forget
A life ill spent.
But what cost
To drink
Of Lethe and no more think,
But merely to do
As like some automaton
We wander through
Hades
Where memory fades
And days are as one.

The departed are gone
But know it not, or perhaps they do
As tears may break through
When half remembered years
Enter the head
Of the living dead.

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There Once Was A King Named Canute

There once was a king named Canute
Who continued to play the flute
As the sea it rose
And covered his nose,
That foolish old king named Canute!

There Was A Young Man Named Neil

There was a young man named Neil
Who said “I know how you feel”.
I said “you don’t know me
So how can that be?
You Presumptuous young man named Neil!”

There Once Was A Young Technocrat

There once was a young technocrat
Who played cricket with his cat.
The feline said, with a purr
“I don’t play fair”
And whacked him with a bat!

“Shadows” Revisited

On 3 December 2016, I wrote “Shadows” https://newauthoronline.com/2017/10/03/shadows-3/. My poem was prompted by the play of shadows created by the winter sun upon the walls of my study.

Today (Sunday 3 December 2017), it is (as was the case one year ago) a cold day. There are, however no shadows playing upon the walls of my study.

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“Shadows” appears in my latest collection of poetry, “My Old Clock I Wind”, which is available from Moyhill Publishing, and Amazon.

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There Was A Young Lady Named Daisy

There was a young lady named Daisy
Who had a reputation for being lazy.
She went out on a date
With her brother’s best mate,
Though her recollection is somewhat hazy …!

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There was a young lady named Daisy
Who had a reputation for being lazy.
Her boss named Ted
Yelled “get out of bed,
Or I’ll fire you for being lazy!”

Most Flowers Are Visited By The Bee

Most flowers are visited by the bee.
As for me
I remember a flower’s tender heart
That I have not the art
To describe,
Save to say
That it was exceeding sweet inside.
But another bee
(not me)
Did steal away
It’s bloom.
It’s heart being broken
Others visited soon.

There Was A Young Lady Named Charleen

There was a young lady named Charleen
Who I have never seen.
She had a boy who looks like me
Which is strange – you see
As I have never met Charleen …

Sums On A Page

Sums on a page
Are cold.
Yet they hold
The attention of lady Night
Who exits (stage right)
To meet a knight
In tarnished armour.

“The Reckoning” by Robert W Service

We all, sooner or later have to pay the bill. Service’s poetry can not be described as complex. It is, however none the worse for that, and in his poem “The Reckoning” Robert Service hits the nail on the head, https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/46645/the-reckoning-56d2269728b85