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Doubt
Doubt Why need I boast my love in ringing tones To tell you what, already, you must know?. Does not my patient lingering, nearby, Speak more than sounding […]
Why Should I Care?
Why Should I Care? Why should I care, (are cares so few?), If you withdraw your favours from my reach After so many years of turbulence?. Why should I care, (pained by […]
Misunderstandings
Misunderstandings Larch trees, (I did not know this fact before!), Change colour in the Autumn since they are Deciduous conifers. It’s very strange How something I had thought for years — that all Pines are true evergreens — should be disproved By […]
Engravings
Engravings Queen Mary Tudor once declared her heart Would be found graved with CALAIS when she died Because, through unwise policies of State, She lost that Channel guard-post to the French. When my time comes to die, perhaps that same Part will be found […]
Exile
Exile If break you must, then silent do the deed My painful heart; we cannot let her hear The dissolution of your muscled force!. Unheard within this exiled body, tear Yourself apart with noiseless wrack and bleed To death with no sound of remorse!. […]
Roots
Roots What though life’s troubles storm about my head; Though highest hopes are dashed down, time on time; That rare-wrought compositions are derided And richest of confections judged as chyme?. […]
Magpie
Magpie Fly, bold piebald bird, away from my home!. You sharp-eyed thief of gaudy curios And gossip of importunate discord, Who bring misfortune on your two-toned plumes And herald worse disasters yet to be; There is not space enough, here, […]
Exploration and Discovery
Exploration and Discovery Amalgamated Cook and Darwin, now I have the opportunity to search The world, (home and abroad, both near and far), For fossilised remains and recent strains Still extant, (wheresoever they may be Discovered), of Rima […]
Cool Avenues
Cool Avenues Along cool avenues in thought I walked Beneath the high-branched, leafy-shading trees More venerable than Methuselah. Remembrance came and went like dappled pools Of light and shade across the surfaces […]
Expedition
Expedition Once, we were seven ships. Three were left beached In England. A fourth, newly to Colours Called, now leaves to start patrols in Britain’s Name. And soon the mother-ship, (frail pinnace, Too small safely to sail […]