All Poems
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My Love’s an Arbutus
© Graves Alfred Perceval
My love's an arbutusBy the borders of Lene,So slender and shapelyIn her girdle of green;And I measure the pleasureOf her eye's sapphire sheenBy the blue skies that sparkleThrough that soft branching screen
The Kilkenny Cats
© Graves Alfred Perceval
In the dacent ould days Before stockings or staysWere invented, or breeches, top-boots and top-hats, You'd search the whole sphere From Cape Horn to Cape ClearAnd never come near to the likes of our Cats Och, tunder! och, tunder! You'd wink wid the wonderTo see them keep under the mice and the rats; And go wild for half shares In the phisants and haresThey pull'd up the backstairs to provision our PatsOch! the Cats of Kilkenny, Kilkenny's wild Cats!
But the shame and the sin Of the Game Laws came in,Wid the gun and the gin of the landlord canats; And the whole box and dice Of the rats and the miceMade off in a trice from our famishing Cats
Father O'Flynn
© Graves Alfred Perceval
Of priests we can offer a charmin' variety,Far renowned for larnin' and piety;Still, I'd advance you, widout impropriety, Father O'Flynn as the flower of them all.
On Himself, upon Hearing What was his Sentence
© James Graham
Let them bestow on ev'ry airth a limb;Open all my veins, that I may swimTo Thee, my Saviour, in that crimson lake;Then place my parboil'd head upon a stake,Scatter my ashes, throw them in the air:Lord (since Thou know'st where all these atoms are)I'm hopeful once Thou'lt recollect my dust,And confident thou'lt raise me with the just
My Dear and Only Love
© James Graham
My dear and only Love, I pray This noble world of theeBe govern'd by no other sway But purest monarchy;For if confusion have a part, Which virtuous souls abhor,And hold a synod in thy heart, I'll never love thee more
Confessio Amantis, Book III: The Tale of Apollonius of Tyre
© John Gower
Appolinus his leve tok,To God and al the lond betokWith al the poeple long and brod,That he no lenger there abod
Twilight
© Gerald Gould
The fields grow dim; the sombre millsStand crucified against the skies;Blue in the distance riseThe ancient hills.
Seagulls
© Gerald Gould
Two seagulls flying Alone and away,Gold in the dying Gold of the day,Soon will turn silver, soon Pass out of sight:Silvered they'll be in the moon, And sped in the night.
What I Know (Making Free with Villon's Smalltalk)
© Gotlieb Phyllis
I know how to ring down a chime of dimesin a dime slot if you can find me a dime slot,I know how to push the button at a stoplightso the red flicks green before you blink, andI know how to do a cat's cradle behind my back;I know how to love a stem and a leafso the flower reaches up to kiss mebut other than that, I don't know anything
and I am the greatest of puzzle solvers:give me two letters of a 14-letter word you got it,and words, I know every word spoken in jestand every lying word because everylie is as weak as a cobweb, becauseeveryone who believes a lie is a liarto the own self, oh sure, I know all thatbut other than that I'm an ignoramus
Thirty-Six Ways of Looking at Toronto Ontario
© Gotlieb Phyllis
##.see my house, its angled street,east, north, west, south,southeast, northwest, there areno parking placeshere
So Long It's Been
© Gotlieb Phyllis
Fibonacci found the significance of1, 1, 2, 3, 5, 8, 13 ...,they explainthe way seeds spiral in the sunflower and pine scalestwist in the cone
Seventh Seal
© Gotlieb Phyllis
Gauntface or madshadow tellme what the world is? I knowyears at the Sat
Red Black White
© Gotlieb Phyllis
blood ink paper have been my life I borechildren in a slush of blooddreamed in a scratch of inkand that damned white paperwith words to be written everywhere
Ordinary, Moving
© Gotlieb Phyllis
is the name of the gamelaughing, talking where the ball bouncesin the forgotten schoolyardone hand, the other hand; one foot, the other footyou know the one(Saturday Afternoon Kidblackball-cracker, scotchmint-muncherhandkerchief-chewer extraordinary)clap front, clap backballthwack on the boardfencefront and back, back and frontarms of old beeches reaching over drop theirsawtooth leaves in your hair (as I was sitting beneath a tree a birdie sent his love to me and as I wiped it from my eye I thought: thank goodness cows can't fly)tweedle, twydlecurtsey, saluteand roundaboutuntil you're out
the shadows turn, the light is longand while you're out you sing this song
this year, next year, sometime, never en roule-en ma boule roule-en we'll be friends for ever and ever
Pimperroquet, le roi des papillons se faisant la barbe, il se coupa le menton une, une, c'est la lune deux, deux, c'est le jeuseven, eight trois, trois -- c'est à toi!nine, a-lauraten a-laura echod, shtaimSecord hamelech bashomayim echod, shtaim, sholosh, ar-ba
Hospitality
© Gotlieb Phyllis
Da Vinci and the man on the bed stareat each other through the dark air ofdeath watch. The dying man more than halfsuspects from the black glitterbeneath the eaved brows that it is Deathwatching;
A Double Vision
© Gotlieb Phyllis
Goggling with weak-muscled and diplopic eyesat the round oracle of my spectacular worldI note that my right eye has a tendency to emphasizethe dominant colours and myleft the recessives(so that what's plain to one eyethe other may see purled)
for instance: what's blood to my good right eyeis tomato juice to my leftand where my left eyesees the hard blue skyit's summer haze to the sightof my right
A Discourse
© Gotlieb Phyllis
the skeleton's the most articu-late thing there is exceptabout Who made him
