All Poems

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A Christmas Carol

© Algernon Charles Swinburne

THREE DAMSELS in the queen’s chamber,
  The queen’s mouth was most fair;
She spake a word of God’s mother
  As the combs went in her hair.
  Mary that is of might,
  Bring us to thy Son’s sight.

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eight roundels

© Rg Gregory

(roundel: variation of the rondeau
consisting of three stanzas of three
lines each, linked together with but
two rhymes and a refrain at the end
of the first and third group)

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Lake Leman

© Harold Monro

It is the sacred hour: above the far

 Low emerald hills that northward fold,

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An Elegy on Parting

© James Thomson

It was a sad, ay 'twas a sad farewell,
I still afresh the pangs of parting feel;
Against my breast my heart impatient beat,
And in deep sighs bemoan'd its cruel fate;

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humming-bird pie

© Rg Gregory

the paiute indians had the bird sussed
a humming bird (loaded with seeds) set out
to see beyond the sun - it aimed to be frugal
rationing itself to only one seed a day - even so
it ran out long before it meant to
it gave up (getting nowhere and seeing nothing) -

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Why The Daisies Are Not All White

© Wilcox Ella Wheeler

Uncle Rob says:
Once the daisies all were white,
Till a baby fellow
Ate his supper down one night,
And stained his face all yellow.

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shaw and jung

© Rg Gregory

shaw had the gift of the crab
how he took the straight idea
and scuttled with it sideways
marking sand and word with sea's

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Paradise Lost : Book II.

© John Milton


High on a throne of royal state, which far

Outshone the wealth or Ormus and of Ind,

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personal request

© Rg Gregory

for what my heart held clear
and didn’t have the wit to showfor what my path proposed
and got lost in its diversionsfor what my beginnings dreamed
and my ends cannot lay hold offor what promises i made

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legs rivers and age

© Rg Gregory

with landbound legs a wish
for the easy flow of a river - not
the clambering up crags to seek
more favour from the sun

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The Twins

© James Whitcomb Riley

One 's the pictur' of his Pa,
  And the _other_ of her Ma--
  Jes the bossest pair o' babies 'at a mortal ever saw!
  And we love 'em as the bees
  Loves the blossoms of the trees,
  A-ridin' and a-rompin' in the breeze!

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Tales Of A Wayside Inn : Part 2. Prelude

© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Then down the road, with mud besprent,
And drenched with rain from head to hoof,
The rain-drops dripping from his mane
And tail as from a pent-house roof,
A jaded horse, his head down bent,
Passed slowly, limping as he went.

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happiness

© Rg Gregory

happiness is the stuff of birthdays
and the coming of sweet things
when they are not expected

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Witch Burning

© Sylvia Plath

In the marketplace they are piling the dry sticks.
A thicket of shadows is a poor coat. I inhabit
The wax image of myself, a doll's body.
Sickness begins here: I am the dartboard for witches.
Only the devil can eat the devil out.
In the month of red leaves I climb to a bed of fire.

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stylised tulips

© Rg Gregory

stylised tulips – this is what the card says
and they have that nineteen-twenties’ feel
of those bright young things a decade before us
who had a way of walking with their legs

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By An Autumn Stream

© Archibald Lampman

Now overhead,
Where the rivulet loiters and stops,
The bittersweet hangs from the tops
Of the alders and cherries
Its bunches of beautiful berries,
Orange and red.

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temporising with the eternal

© Rg Gregory

i don’t know what you’re up to
yet but for me
you wouldn’t exist
(not on this page anyway -

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A March Minstrel

© Alfred Austin

Hail! once again, that sweet strong note!
Loud on my loftiest larch,
Thou quaverest with thy mottled throat,
Brave minstrel of bleak March!

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penelope

© Rg Gregory

name meaning thread weaver or duck
(these may be guesses from obscurity)
ten-year faithful wife whilst her husband
was gallivanting round the islands

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advice to a young sylv-i-an dragon on going to school

© Rg Gregory

when you step out of the wood and go first time to school
you have to be so specially careful if you're really a dragon
to put the most innocent expression on your face you can find
and not flip your flappers (unless the others don't mind)
you must be very strict with yourself - be sure not to act the fool
you'd be far happier i think to get your mother to tie a tag on