All Poems
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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;
(filtered)
© Rg Gregory
a nearby field provides the plants
sometimes with a wild profusion
(organisation seems a long way off)
Queen Oriana's Dream
© Charles Lamb
On a bank with roses shaded,
Whose sweet scent the violets aided,
woman
© Rg Gregory
you have gone away from yourself
you walk in a dead way
your loins have lost their sweets
your breasts deny touch
your face exudes cold pain
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;
bluefish
© Rg Gregory
the bluefish was surprised
i was there to greet itthis world it said is mine
it feeds on bluenessfor the first time in my life
i felt i'd found my truthbluefish i cried in joy
owl power
© Rg Gregory
the bird was cherished by minerva
hebrews loathed it as unclean
buddhists treasure its seclusion
elsewhere night-hag evil omen
Sonnet : On Launching Some Bottles Filled With Knowledge Into The Bristol Channel
© Percy Bysshe Shelley
Vessels of heavenly medicine! may the breeze
Auspicious waft your dark green forms to shore;
Safe may ye stem the wide surrounding roar
Of the wild whirlwinds and the raging seas;
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
as the snow fell
© Rg Gregory
the children played games
getting from here
to where the truth was
without touching a flake
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
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
joy-notes
© Rg Gregory
when the time comes
yield
to the forces outside you
images simply
of your inner compulsions
your tiger
© Rg Gregory
in your night's hollow
the tiger stalks
black grasses have licked
it into nothingness
