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for the naming of tara december 4th 2005
© Rg Gregory
for the naming of tara
this bowl of joy
that her fruits of earth
shell well employ
convolvulus-age
© Rg Gregory
up the ladder and round the bend
age spirals like a convolvulus
its bells break into the light
catching breath with their beauty
but how in the sightless earth
its roots work to a wise agenda
On Lyce - An Elderly Lady
© Samuel Johnson
Ye nymphs whom starry rays invest,
By flattering poets given,
Who shine, by lavish lovers dress'd,
In all the pomp of heaven.
when the new year
© Rg Gregory
when the new year
came out of nowhere
and peeped into rooms
it was so flattered to find
London Types: Flower-Girl
© William Ernest Henley
There's never a delicate nurseling of the year
But our huge London hails it, and delights
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)
christmas the delinquent
© Rg Gregory
i got nothing last year
and i expect nothing this
so i've got to find
if i'm to be rewarded
A Frog's Fate
© Christina Georgina Rossetti
Contemptuous of his home beyond
The village and the village-pond,
A large-souled Frog who spurned each byway
Hopped along the imperial highway.
after the parties
© Rg Gregory
let's all go to the party friends
where left over bottles and stale fag-ends
are proudly on offer from the last time round
and our hosts believe by a ritual sound
fine spirits will flow and new cellophane wrappers
will tingle the fingers of eligible clappers
Oh my blacke Soule! now thou art summoned
© John Donne
Oh my black Soule! Now thou art summoned
By sicknesse, deaths herald, and champion;
Thou art like a pilgrim, which abroad hath done
Treason, and durst not turne to whence hee is fled,
The South-Wester
© George Meredith
Day of the cloud in fleets! O day
Of wedded white and blue, that sail
safe-home
© Rg Gregory
don't be so lazy maisie maisie
don't be so lazy please
i know it's snowing
and a hard wind's blowing
Sonnett - VII
© James Russell Lowell
I ask not for those thoughts, that sudden leap
From being's sea, like the isle-seeming Kraken,
Revenge
© Percy Bysshe Shelley
'Ah! quit me not yet, for the wind whistles shrill,
Its blast wanders mournfully over the hill,
The thunders wild voice rattles madly above,
You will not then, cannot then, leave me my love.'--
wimborne minster
© Rg Gregory
though there's not much faith left
and very little snow
this scene of wimborne minster
still makes its christmas show
