Good poems
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On Lyce - An Elderly Lady
© Samuel Johnson
Ye nymphs whom starry rays invest,
By flattering poets given,
Who shine, by lavish lovers dress'd,
In all the pomp of heaven.
transformations
© Rg Gregory
and the swords came in their varying degrees
of shininess and sharpness some never
having lost their pristine feel others with blunt
tips and broken blades a few so steeped in blood
a dried rustiness still stained them - and those wilted
at the hilt (weary of the code that bred them)
christmas the delinquent
© Rg Gregory
i got nothing last year
and i expect nothing this
so i've got to find
if i'm to be rewarded
symbolically concerned
© Rg Gregory
dodona oak (the tree of life) sheds leaves
nutritious-which feeds blood and mind today
theres not a jot (from which the present cleaves)
can be dispensed with all lifes array
from the Ansty Experience
© Rg Gregory
(a)
they seek to celebrate the word
not to bring their knives out on a poem
dissecting it to find a heart
Lines, Composed For A Memorial Of Ashley Cowper, Esq.
© William Cowper
Farewell! endued with all that could engage
All hearts to love thee, both in youth and age!
In prime of life, for sprightliness enrolled
Among the gay, yet virtuous as the old;
from Proverbs of Hell
© Rg Gregory
isnt that what things with the palsy
are supposed to do lovely lake
give the world the miracle it waits for
what a laugh that would be
A Christmas Carol
© Dinah Maria Mulock Craik
GOD rest ye, merry gentlemen; let nothing you dismay,
For Jesus Christ, our Saviour, was born on Christmas-day.
The dawn rose red o'er Bethlehem, the stars shone through the gray,
When Jesus Christ, our Saviour, was born on Christmas-day.
from crossing the line
© Rg Gregory
there was a great man
so great he couldn't be criticised in the light
who died
and for a whole week people turned up their collars over their ears
and wept with great gossiping
peach-power
© Rg Gregory
peaches exude this thrall -
reminders of those luscious
whereabouts that lips
best find their precious sips
to cry let this be all
the red man says hello
© Rg Gregory
the red man says hello
the green tree says i'm here
all grown-ups are sleeping
only the children hear
The Open Road
© Katharine Tynan
THE roads of the Sea
Are thronged with merchantmen;
East and West, North and South
They go and come again.
natural therapy
© Rg Gregory
the great thing about the tall white daisy
is that it knows how to laugh at itselfsome flowers for all their rich displays
won't preen themselves without a primnessin their sap - nor let their stalks abide
bending this way that way in the thick windthe large daisy is happy to be slapdash
