All Poems

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cherries and birds

© Rg Gregory

cherries are so vulnerable
blinking their way from green
to polished red in trees
guileless to stave off birds

Merrymind

© James Hebblethwaite

Oh, the joyfulness and kissing of that fiddles flowings,
Giving rest and happiness, and laughter delicate!
Fling out from this iron world to his merry bowings,
Oh, be not too late!

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

Aspiring Miss DeLaine

© Francis Bret Harte

(A CHEMICAL NARRATIVE)

Certain facts which serve to explain

Canaris

© Victor Marie Hugo

Lorsqu'un vaisseau vaincu dérive en pleine mer ;
Que ses voiles carrées
Pendent le long des mâts, par les boulets de fer
Largement déchirées ;

agapanthus - african lily

© Rg Gregory

you may not be willing to notice me
i have an awkward sense of myself
my name can be hard on the tongue
i do not grow easily in places
where the sun only fitfully appears

[from a motif by Jean Dunand (1877-1942)]seven lacqueur ducks on a silver pond
their rippling held in a moveless frieze
nothing now can help them swim beyond
the stoned edges (invent a new-age breeze)

new age

© Rg Gregory

(i)
how new the world is
trying to find
nerve in an old rind

To Alexander Neville

© Barnabe Googe

The little fish that in the stream doth fleet,

With broad forth-stretched fins for his disport,

sacked

© Rg Gregory

in its palm
lawyers nibble each other's fingers
the churches take their cut

Babel

© Lola Ridge

Oh, God did cunningly, there at Babel -
Not mere tongues dividing, but soul from soul,
So that never again should men be able
To fashion one infinite, towering whole.

doughnut denial

© Rg Gregory

fancy having a birthday on a thursday
when you do the buying of the doughnuts
and others lick their sticky fingers
thinking good old karen letting
us share the eating of her birthday

Written For My Son, To Some Of The Fellows Of The College,

© Mary Barber

We of late had a terrible Rout in our House;
If I happen'd to speak, I was sure of a Souse.
My Mamma had the Tooth--ach, and I felt the Smart--
O Steel, I for ever will yalue thy Art:

the river at whitebrook

© Rg Gregory

the winding wye
curls into my senses
feliniously

Hail Queen of Angels holy Quires;

© John Austin

Hail Queen of Angels holy Quires;

Hail whom the Court of heav'n admires;

prudence is a rich ugly old maid courted by incapacity (blake proverb)

© Rg Gregory

prudence my love
each time you invite me to tea
i wonder do i have the appetite
for what i
hope you are requiring of me

Hope The Hornblower

"Hark ye, hark to the winding horn;

Sluggards, awake, and front the morn!

Growing Old

Little by little the year grows old,
The red leaves drop from the maple boughs;
The sun grows dim, and the winds blow cold,
Down from the distant arctic seas.