Love poems
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XIII. The First Feminist
© Marquis Donald Robert Perry
When first I chased and beat you to your kneesAnd wried your arm and marked your temple boneAnd wooed you, Sweet, and won you for my own,Those were not hairless-chested times like these!Wing'd saurians slithered down the charnel seasAnd giant insects glistened, basked, and shone,And snag-toothed ape-men fought with knives of stone --And wise she-spouses mostly aimed to please!But were not you the Primal FeministTen hundred thousand years ago, my Love,When we were first incarnate? I will sayWomen Expressed themselves e'en then, Sweet Dove!I do recall as if 'twere yesterdayThat time your teeth met through my dexter wrist
Romeo and Juliet
© Marquis Donald Robert Perry
Pop Montague's old brain was wried Through all its convolutionsWith constant thoughts of Homicide And kindred institutions.
Frustration
© Marquis Donald Robert Perry
The things that I can't have I want And what I have seems second-rate,The things I want to do I can't And what I have to do I hate, The things I want at once come late,I am not feeling gay nor gleg, I'm really in an awful state,My life is like a scrambled egg
From The Jew of Malta ("Content, but we will leave this paltry land")
© Christopher Marlowe
And sail from hence to Greece, to lovely Greece;I'll be thy Jason, thou my golden fleece;Where painted carpets o'er the the meads are hurledAnd Bacchus's vineyards o'er-spread the world,Where woods and forests go in goodly green,I'll be Adonis, thou shalt be Love's Queen;The meads, the orchards, and the primrose lanesInstead of sedge and reed bear sugar-canes;Thou in those groves, by Dis above,Shalt live with me and be my love
From Doctor Faustus ("Was this the face that launched a thousand ships?")
© Christopher Marlowe
Was this the face that launched a thousand shipsAnd burned the topless towers of Illium?Sweet Helen, make me immortal with a kiss:Her lips suck forth my soul, see where it flies
Lincoln, Man of the People [1922 version]
© Edwin Markham
When the Norn Mother saw the Whirlwind HourGreatening and darkening as it hurried on,She left the Heaven of Heroes and came downTo make a man to meet the mortal need
Very Sad Song
© Macpherson Jay
I cannot claim I rise to weep,But oh, the burden of my dayWould make an angel turn away:I’d rather be in bed asleep.
Substitutions
© Macpherson Jay
Tedward was aWoolworth’s bear,Filling in forOne not there(Parents’ attic?Thrown away?Long-dulled need re-vived one day):Lost the arche-typal ted,Friendly TedwardDid instead.
Some Ghosts & Some Ghouls
© Macpherson Jay
While we loved those who never read our poems,Answered our letters, said the simple things weWaited so long for, and were too polite to See we were crying,
The Island
© Macpherson Jay
No man alone an island: weStand circled with a lapping sea.I break the ring and let you go:Above my head the waters flow.
The Toll-gate Man
© MacDonald Wilson Pugsley
They tore down the toll-gate By the songless mill,But the gray gate-man Takes toll there still;And he takes from all Whether or not they will.
The Song of the New Jesus
© MacDonald Wilson Pugsley
All the fat and shiny preachers From their pulpits say:
John Graydon
© MacDonald Wilson Pugsley
I own John Graydon's place--His elm trees moving with a lovely graceAs slow and stately as a minuet,His great lawns wearing shadows like black lace,Too lovely to forget
Exit
© MacDonald Wilson Pugsley
Easily to the old Opens the hard ground:But when youth grows cold, And red lips have no sound,Bitterly does the earth Open to receiveAnd bitterly do the grasses In the churchyard grieve.
Dat Leetle Box
© MacDonald Wilson Pugsley
I leev' me turty year alone; Dat ees a lonely life--A bachelor, dat's wat dey call De man who has no wife.
Epitaph on a Jacobite
© Macaulay Thomas Babington
To my true king I offer'd free from stainCourage and faith; vain faith, and courage vain
