Category Archives: Poets Corner
HMS ENDEAVOR By Henry Miles
For all the years I worked this station , I served the ships of every nation; Thousands of vessels I touched alongside, And many great ships I remember with pride. Over the ‘diver’s shoal’ one bright summer day, HMS Endeavour … Continue reading
A SEASONAL POEM By Marion Twyman
Christmas is coming, Santa’s packing the sleigh. The reindeer are getting restless, keen to be on their way. The turkey and ham are on order, mince pies are in the tin, The cake’s an object of wonder, no chance of … Continue reading
TWILIGHT By John Lary
Tomorrow when you wake You will find your garden has been taken If you dare to venture outside You will see no town where a town was before. Cold-hearted fog will have gathered all about him And clutched it all … Continue reading
ALL PRINCES LIVE IN CASTLES By John Lary
All princes live in castles The rich own half of Spain Debutantes jet off to France And jet back home again In sleek dark Lamborghinis Recline the upper classes At five star west end venues They drink from crystal glasses … Continue reading
BLUE By John Lary
I got you this scarf It’s blue I know you like blue (At least I think you do) I thought about it and I seemed to recall That of all the dresses I’ve seen you wearing Some are (or at … Continue reading
ROLL ON WINTER By Pat Jerome
Roll on Winter. We hear the germs all say. Have done with all the sunshine, Make fitness go away. Bring on the coughs and sneezes, The headaches and the flu. The aches and pains and snuffles. They all will see … Continue reading
THE DANCER By Pat Jerome
She looked like an angel But danced like the devil, Her feet scarcely touching the floor. She exhausted her partners When dancing the Lancers Till, like the Raven They Quoth, “Never More.”
THE RIVER By Pat Jerome
A mere trickle seeping from the damp ground, Through moss and weed and limestone rock, No need to hurry Time is on my side. But now the incline is steeper, I move a little faster I am joined by other … Continue reading
SERENITY By Pat Jerome
A dhow glides silently across the blue lagoon, Sails billow gently in the following breeze. Drawing an arrow wake behind it, Watched from afar by a silent Sphinx, Who has seen so much, But has nothing to say. Whilst behind … Continue reading
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