Poems begining by T
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temporising with the eternal
© Rg Gregory
i dont know what youre up to
yet but for me
you wouldnt exist
(not on this page anyway -
The Mulberry Tree
© James Whitcomb Riley
It's many's the scenes which is dear to my mind
As I think of my childhood so long left behind;
The Relic
© John Greenleaf Whittier
TOKEN Of friendship true and tried,
From one whose fiery heart of youth
With mine has beaten, side by side,
For Liberty and Truth;
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
two thursdays
© Rg Gregory
when the doctor came on a monday
he looked at my mother and said
there's something seriously wrong here -
she's had a stroke - she's almost dead
the adventures (from frederick and the enchantress dance drama)
© Rg Gregory
his home in ruins
his parents gone
frederick seeks
to reclaim his throne
the room
© Rg Gregory
as i pass a white sigh
is pushed out from under
as i bend to retrieve it
the wood quivers with a woman's breath
there is a ruffle of crying
the man the gun and the dog
© Rg Gregory
yesterday the man was pleased
the sun sat in the tree and all
upon the land held to the harmony
his coming then expected
To Alexander Neville
© Barnabe Googe
The little fish that in the stream doth fleet,
With broad forth-stretched fins for his disport,
two spanish poems
© Rg Gregory
the sun in orihuela calms the dust
and people glide about the streets at ease
(problems left indoors to cool themselves)
time has grown fat and no one cares
to pin each minute to its proper place
the day is long tomorrow's not yet real
The Full Heart
© Robert Laurence Binyon
If I could sing the song of her
Who makes my heart to sing;
If I could catch the words to match
Its secret blossoming;
the wounded angel
© Rg Gregory
those who bear the wounded angel
are they honoured or destroyed
far beyond their comprehension
are the warfares of the void
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.
Two An Two
© William Barnes
The zun, O Jessie, while his feäce do rise
In vi'ry skies, a-sheddèn out his light
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)
