Life poems
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owl power
© Rg Gregory
the bird was cherished by minerva
hebrews loathed it as unclean
buddhists treasure its seclusion
elsewhere night-hag evil omen
the buddhas tooth
© Rg Gregory
(for matt 15)in the first seven years you choose your howdah
having by then bare inklings of a journey
but where or why - confusion there to cloud a
judgement no more ready than a sore knee
absinthe and stained glass
© Rg Gregory
stained glass (you think) must be bystander
its leaded eyes seek far not near
the day's bleak dirt it learns to shrug off
Aspiring Miss DeLaine
© Francis Bret Harte
(A CHEMICAL NARRATIVE)
Certain facts which serve to explain
Valiant Love
© Richard Lovelace
I.
Now fie upon that everlasting life! I dye!
She hates! Ah me! It makes me mad;
As if love fir'd his torch at a moist eye,
A Story Of Doom: Book VI.
© Jean Ingelow
"Now to-day
One cometh, yea, an harmless man, a fool,
Who boasts he hath a message from our God,
And lest that you, for bravery of heart
And stoutness, being angered with his prate,
Should lift a hand, and kill him, I am here."
jack beyond the digits
© Rg Gregory
so here we are at last at the ten-boy
never to be the single-figure-aged-again boy
and all the trailing clouds that cling to the not-big child
can be blown away - you're up in your own sky now
clear-blue on some days (if on others windy and wild)
Autumn Evenings
© Edgar Albert Guest
Apples on the table an' the grate-fire blazin' high,
Oh, I'm sure the whole world hasn't any happier man than I;
The Mother sittin' mendin' little stockin's, toe an' knee,
An' tellin' all that's happened through the busy day to me:
Oh, I don't know how to say it, but these cosy autumn nights
Seem to glow with true contentment an' a thousand real delights.
Recovery
© Konstantin Nikolaevich Batiushkov
As a wild flower hangs its head and wilts
Beneath the reaper's killing scythe,
The River of Life
© Thomas Campbell
The more we live, more brief appear
Our life's succeeding stages;
A day to childhood seems a year,
And years like passing ages.
for the naming of tara december 4th 2005
© Rg Gregory
for the naming of tara
this bowl of joy
that her fruits of earth
shell well employ
The South-Wester
© George Meredith
Day of the cloud in fleets! O day
Of wedded white and blue, that sail
safe-home
© Rg Gregory
don't be so lazy maisie maisie
don't be so lazy please
i know it's snowing
and a hard wind's blowing
Like undistinguishable horses
© Nikolai Stepanovich Gumilev
Like undistinguishable horses,
Gleam by my ever-painful days,
As if fade all the living roses,
And die all living nightingales.
The Crucible
© Robert Laurence Binyon
Because thou camest, Love, to break
The strong mould of this world in two,
And of the senseless fragments take
And in thy mighty music make
malvern abbey
© Rg Gregory
the day was as grey as the abbey
the light that filtered through the glass
had no disturbing shine about it
no one inside was grasping to collect it
snail and spiral
© Rg Gregory
i take my property with me says the snail
slow-moving (yes) but packed with sublime thought
the house upon its back some kind of grail
vulnerable to brute boot - and wisdom bought
the ordinary again
© Rg Gregory
you are not interested in me
a receiver of food and a giver of shit
my brain knuckled under
