Robert_Haigh's Poems

Here's the list of poems submitted by Robert_Haigh  —  There are currently 275 poems total — keep up the great work!

Taking My Time

I'm taking my time with chores still to do; I don't like to rush them at all. I'm painting the kitchen a delicate hue, And driving my wife up the wall! She says that it should be finished by now. I tell her you can't rush these things. She looks ...

by Robert Haigh

added by Robert_Haigh
2 months ago
Dark Horse

I ride on a dark horse through the canyons of our past. Far away from the desert island of our disaffected here and now. I catch glimpses of you on a high bluff, looking down at me. You always did try to occupy the high ground, moral or otherwi...

by Robert Haigh

added by Robert_Haigh
2 months ago
A Love Story

Till I met you I never knew What love could mean; what love could do. It seems so simple now, But you, girl, showed me how. My life was empty till you came; I thought that love was just a game. You opened up my eyes, And made me realise That lov...

by Robert Haigh

added by Robert_Haigh
2 months ago
Tick Box Tourist

She is a tick box tourist, Trotting round the globe; Totting up her air miles, But she's a xenophobe! She likes to say, "I've been there!" (Wherever 'there' may be.) She's bought the T-shirt too; A form of snobbery. She thinks she's hi...

by Robert Haigh

added by Robert_Haigh
2 months ago
Sing Your Song (Villanelle)

Sing! Sing your song for all of us to hear! A song well-sung will brighten any day. Play! Play that song so full of warmth and cheer! A sprightly song is always welcome here, To lighten and to lift those clouds of grey. Sing! Sing your song for a...

by Robert Haigh

added by Robert_Haigh
2 months ago
Aubade

Birdsong hit the morning air As sunrise kissed the sky. Lingering stars reduced their glare And softly said goodbye. Wispy clouds turned red and gold, While trees stretched out and yawned. Rabbits scampered by the fold; Another day had dawned. A...

by Robert Haigh

added by Robert_Haigh
2 months ago
Your Eyes

Your eyes are bluer than the skies of summer. They shine more brightly than heavenly stars that sparkle nightly. No finer line could ever define a shape more perfect in design. One look and I'm enraptured —...

by Robert Haigh

added by Robert_Haigh
2 months ago
The Day I Lost Your Love

I heard the south wind call your name, And my old pony pulled up lame. The western sky was all aflame, The day I lost your love. I saw there, on your lovely face, An anguished look — more than a trace. Your heart was in some other place, The day ...

by Robert Haigh

added by Robert_Haigh
2 months ago
Early Summer

Early summer and the garden smiles brightly. Two sparrows dance on the lawn while a bee scribbles an unfathomable message in the air. I try to read my book but the sights and sounds of nature pull me away from the page. I sigh, and I close the boo...

by Robert Haigh

added by Robert_Haigh
2 months ago
The Muse Said Write

The Muse said, "Write!" and so I raised my pen, Not knowing quite just what to do, but then I found myself within a forest, tall, Where all the leaves were words, both great and small. I looked around in wonder, and in awe, At all the d...

by Robert Haigh

added by Robert_Haigh
2 months ago
Dreamscape

Drifting in a field of dreams with an ever-changing backdrop, and Magritte's Lost Jockey riding, riding, riding. Floating under a spacious sky with barely a breath of wind, and Coleridge's albatross gliding, gliding, gliding. The jockey will nev...

by Robert Haigh

added by Robert_Haigh
2 months ago
Moment of Madness

A moment of madness came today, When you said you were going away. I begged to differ, and told you so, And in the end you did not go. It was up to me to change your mind; I did it well, I think you'll find! I severed your head and made a mess,...

by Robert Haigh

added by Robert_Haigh
2 months ago
Birthday

I blow out the candles and make a wish, as I enter a new decade with mixed feelings. Too old to die young but too young to die today (God willing). But I am now officially old; no escaping that fact. I bought a one-way ticket to old age, not kn...

by Robert Haigh

added by Robert_Haigh
2 months ago
Silence

Silence has a golden tongue, And silent songs are best unsung. Saying nothing can be good, To some of us that's understood. Sometimes words get in the way, Were I to speak, that's what I'd say. So pardon me for keeping mum, While some keep beat...

by Robert Haigh

added by Robert_Haigh
2 months ago
Legacy

Dusty roads and hazy sun; Another journey has begun. All good memories I shall keep; Time to laugh and time to weep. Down life's highway I'll walk on, Till my earthly days are done. Love, I found, was worth the pain; Nothing ventured, nothing gain...

by Robert Haigh

added by Robert_Haigh
2 months ago
First Day at School

A millionbillionwillion miles from home Waiting for the bell to go. (To go where?) Why are they all so big, other children? So noisy? So much at home they Must have been born in uniform Lived all their lives in playgrounds Spent the years inventin...

by Roger McGough

added by Robert_Haigh
3 months ago
Indian Boyhood

What happened to the boy I was? Why did he run away? And leave me old and thinking, like There'd been no yesterday? What happened then? Was I that boy? Who laughed and swam in the bund* Is there no going back? No recompense? Is there nothing? No r...

by Spike Milligan

added by Robert_Haigh
3 months ago
My Sister Laura

My sister Laura's bigger than me And lifts me up quite easily. I can't lift her, I've tried and tried; She must have something heavy inside.

by Spike Milligan

added by Robert_Haigh
3 months ago
Winter Complaint

Now when I have a cold I am careful with my cold, I consult a physician And I do as I am told. I muffle up my torso In woolly woolly garb, And I quaff great flagons Of sodium bicarb. I munch on aspirin, I lunch on water, And I wouldn’t dream of os...

by Ogden Nash

added by Robert_Haigh
3 months ago
Song of the Open Road

I think that I shall never see A billboard lovely as a tree Indeed, unless the billboards fall I’ll never see a tree at all.

by Ogden Nash

added by Robert_Haigh
3 months ago
My Dream

This is my dream, It is my own dream, I dreamt it. I dreamt that my hair was kempt. Then I dreamt that my true love unkempt it.

by Ogden Nash

added by Robert_Haigh
3 months ago
Of You

The day is old, but you are young, And now your praises must be sung. Outside it rains, but you look fine, Held close within these arms of mine. The day is done, but you've begun To fill my life with shining sun. 'Tis winter now, but you are spri...

by Robert Haigh

added by Robert_Haigh
3 months ago
Rhyme

There is more to poetry than rhyme, And I don't employ it all the time. I'm using it here, right now, it's true, But it isn't something you have to do. A poem can still speak eloquently Without rhyme, and consequently I forgo rhyme as often as n...

by Robert Haigh

added by Robert_Haigh
3 months ago
I Think of You

When the sun hits my window on a morning, And I wake up, slowly stretching and yawning, I think of you. When I see a girl on the street with black hair, And she walks by, looking like she doesn't care, I think of you. When winter hail ...

by Robert Haigh

added by Robert_Haigh
3 months ago
Please Tell Me

Please tell me why you look so sad; I'll lend a friendly ear. I know the worries that you've had Have made you shed a tear. Life can run short on tenderness, And often isn't fair; But talking can relieve the stress; I know, for I've been there. ...

by Robert Haigh

added by Robert_Haigh
3 months ago
Dream Lover

I dreamed last night I was Jacqueline Bisset's lover. We were both young and beautiful. I called her Jackie and I was besotted with her. She called me darling, though I doubt she ever loved me. We visited art galleries and dined in fancy restauran...

by Robert Haigh

added by Robert_Haigh
3 months ago
Toads

Why should I let the toad work Squat on my life? Can’t I use my wit as a pitchfork And drive the brute off? Six days of the week it soils With its sickening poison — Just for paying a few bills! That’s out of proportion. Lots of folk live on t...

by Philip Larkin

added by Robert_Haigh
3 months ago
The Sun Wields Mercy

and the sun wields mercy but like a jet torch carried to high, and the jets whip across its sight and rockets leap like toads, and the boys get out the maps and pin-cushion the moon, old green cheese, no life there but too much on earth: our unwas...

by Charles Bukowski

added by Robert_Haigh
3 months ago
Oojah-Ka-Piv

The people who live On the Oojah-ka-Piv Stand around in bundles of nine When asked how it feels They reply 'Curried Eels'! Otherwise - everything's going fine!

by Spike Milligan

added by Robert_Haigh
3 months ago
Orstralia

Orstralia – Orstralia We think of you each day Orstralia – Orstralia At work or at play. We think of yew in the morning And in the evening too We even wake up at mid-night So that we can think of you. Orstralia – Orstralia We love you from the hea...

by Spike Milligan

added by Robert_Haigh
3 months ago
Emptiness

I've learned mine can't be filled, only alchemized. Many times it's become a paragraph or a page. But usually I've hidden it, not knowing until too late how enormous it grows in its dark. Or how obvious it gets when I've donned, say, my good cordo...

by Spike Milligan

added by Robert_Haigh
3 months ago
When I Suspected

There will be a time when it will end. Be it parting Be it death So each passing minute with you Pendulummed with sadness. So many times I looked long into your face. I could hear the clock ticking.

by Spike Milligan

added by Robert_Haigh
3 months ago
Same Kind Of

Same kind of C l o u d Same kind of R a i n Same kind of D a r k n e s s Same kind of P a i n Same kind of L o v e Same kind of T o k e n Same kind of L i f e Same kind of B r o . . . k e n ___________________ Copyright © Robert Haigh 2015

by Robert Haigh

added by Robert_Haigh
3 months ago
Wrong Shoes

Well, I must have been wearing the wrong shoes. They took me where I didn't want to go. A poor excuse, you tell me — yes, I know. Most humans have the wherewithal to choose A general direction in which to head, But those shoes took me somewhere el...

by Robert Haigh

added by Robert_Haigh
3 months ago
Grandpa's Little Helper

Grandpa's going to rake the lawn And gather up the leaves. Can you come too? Why sure you can, But not in those short sleeves! It's cold outside, you'll need your coat, And your wellies too. We'll rake the lawn — yes you can help. I'll show you...

by Robert Haigh

added by Robert_Haigh
3 months ago
Coastline

We lived there, on the edge. The jagged coastline of our love. We weathered many a storm, and yet, we parted peacefully. Still friends, but still a mystery. Where does love go when it disappears? Does it really die? Or does it move on, roun...

by Robert Haigh

added by Robert_Haigh
3 months ago
Scarecrow

I stand my ground, both day and night, Within this field of grain. My job, to scare the birds away; With little thanks and zero pay; In sunshine and in rain. Most people pass and pay no mind; A few will cast a glance. And fewer still may point a...

by Robert Haigh

added by Robert_Haigh
3 months ago
When the Snowmen Came

One cold winter's day the snow came down; A blanket of white covered the town. Children streamed out and started to build With snow, and soon the gardens were filled With snowmen! The kiddies kept building more and more. So many snowmen. Sno...

by Robert Haigh

added by Robert_Haigh
3 months ago
Two Hearts

Your heart was in the lost and found, But I could not see why. I knew a heart like yours was sound And none should pass it by. I took it home and cared for it, With tenderness and love. Then pretty soon your heart felt fit Enough to rise above......

by Robert Haigh

added by Robert_Haigh
3 months ago
Love Songs In Age

She kept her songs, they kept so little space, The covers pleased her: One bleached from lying in a sunny place, One marked in circles by a vase of water, One mended, when a tidy fit had seized her, And coloured, by her daughter - So they had wait...

by Philip Larkin

added by Robert_Haigh
3 months ago
Like The Train's Beat

Like the train's beat Swift language flutters the lips Of the Polish airgirl in the corner seat, The swinging and narrowing sun Lights her eyelashes, shapes Her sharp vivacity of bone. Hair, wild and controlled, runs back: And gestures like these ...

by Philip Larkin

added by Robert_Haigh
3 months ago
Wants

Beyond all this, the wish to be alone: However the sky grows dark with invitation-cards However we follow the printed directions of sex However the family is photographed under the flag-staff - Beyond all this, the wish to be alone. Beneath it al...

by Philip Larkin

added by Robert_Haigh
3 months ago
Skin

Obedient daily dress, You cannot always keep That unfakable young surface. You must learn your lines - Anger, amusement, sleep; Those few forbidding signs Of the continuous coarse Sand-laden wind, time; You must thicken, work loose Into an old ba...

by Philip Larkin

added by Robert_Haigh
3 months ago
MCMXIV

Those long uneven lines Standing as patiently As if they were stretched outside The Oval or Villa Park, The crowns of hats, the sun On moustached archaic faces Grinning as if it were all An August Bank Holiday lark; And the shut shops, the bleach...

by Philip Larkin

added by Robert_Haigh
3 months ago
If Hands Could Free you, Heart

If hands could free you, heart, Where would you fly? Far, beyond every part Of earth this running sky Makes desolate? Would you cross City and hill and sea, If hands could set you free? I would not lift the latch; For I could run Through fields, ...

by Philip Larkin

added by Robert_Haigh
3 months ago
Going

There is an evening coming in Across the fields, one never seen before, That lights no lamps. Silken it seems at a distance, yet When it is drawn up over the knees and breast It brings no comfort. Where has the tree gone, that locked Earth to th...

by Philip Larkin

added by Robert_Haigh
3 months ago
Modesties

Words as plain as hen-birds' wings Do not lie, Do not over-broider things - Are too shy. Thoughts that shuffle round like pence Through each reign, Wear down to their simplest sense Yet remain. Weeds are not supposed to grow But by degrees Some ...

by Philip Larkin

added by Robert_Haigh
3 months ago
Home is so Sad

Home is so sad. It stays as it was left, Shaped to the comfort of the last to go As if to win them back. Instead, bereft Of anyone to please, it withers so, Having no heart to put aside the theft And turn again to what it started as, A joyous sho...

by Philip Larkin

added by Robert_Haigh
3 months ago
Wild Oats

About twenty years ago Two girls came in where I worked— A bosomy English rose And her friend in specs I could talk to. Faces in those days sparked The whole shooting-match off, and I doubt If ever one had like hers: But it was the friend I ...

by Philip Larkin

added by Robert_Haigh
3 months ago
So You Want To Be A Writer

if it doesn't come bursting out of you in spite of everything, don't do it. unless it comes unasked out of your heart and your mind and your mouth and your gut, don't do it. if you have to sit for hours staring at your computer screen or hunched o...

by Charles Bukowski

added by Robert_Haigh
3 months ago
Jigsaw Puzzle

The scene is all set: I'm sitting outside With a giant jigsaw called, "Passion and Pride." On it are scenes from my life, past and present, And also future projections, quite pleasant! The sun shines bright and the birds sing their song...

by Robert Haigh

added by Robert_Haigh
3 months ago
The Sound Collector

A stranger called this morning Dressed all in black and grey Put every sound into a bag And carried them away The whistling of the kettle The turning of the lock The purring of the kitten The ticking of the clock The popping of the toaster The c...

by Roger McGough

added by Robert_Haigh
3 months ago
Legend of the Leeds Lions

Four large stone lions guard Leeds Town Hall; They sit with poise and style. No-one sees them move at all, Though children see them smile! One hundred and fifty years they've been Guarding without a sound. Many a sight they must have seen While h...

by Robert Haigh

added by Robert_Haigh
3 months ago
Reading Poetry Out Loud

My wife has gone out with a girlfriend for the day, so I sit and read some of my favourite poems out loud. Really loud! Reading a poem out loud brings out the musicality of the piece. I let my lungs rip into Larkin, then follow with a foray into...

by Robert Haigh

added by Robert_Haigh
3 months ago
Are You Drinking?

washed-up, on shore, the old yellow notebook out again I write from the bed as I did last year. will see the doctor, Monday. "yes, doctor, weak legs, vertigo, head- aches and my back hurts." "are you drinking?" he will ask. &qu...

by Charles Bukowski

added by Robert_Haigh
3 months ago
Beguiling

She is so beguiling That when she beckons I can run a mile In twenty seconds.

by Roger McGough

added by Robert_Haigh
3 months ago
Cold Lies and Sad Goodbyes

I hate cold lies And sad goodbyes, But life can sometimes deal you those. No matter what You think you've got, It can be bogus, I suppose. I loved you dear, And held you near, But I was never in your heart. You led me on, And then were gone; It ...

by Robert Haigh

added by Robert_Haigh
3 months ago
Fair Weather

Fair weather clouds beat fair weather friends Squaring the circle does not make amends Jesters are telling us what we should do When evidence shows they don't have a clue Down at the crossroads we must choose a way You say tomorrow but I say tod...

by Robert Haigh

added by Robert_Haigh
3 months ago
A Flea And A Fly In A Flue

A flea and a fly in a flue Were imprisoned, so what could they do? Said the fly, "let us flee!" "Let us fly!" said the flea. So they flew through a flaw in the flue.

by Ogden Nash

added by Robert_Haigh
3 months ago
Common Cold

Go hang yourself, you old M.D.! You shall not sneer at me. Pick up your hat and stethoscope, Go wash your mouth with laundry soap; I contemplate a joy exquisite I'm not paying you for your visit. I did not call you to be told My malady is a common...

by Ogden Nash

added by Robert_Haigh
3 months ago
Being Me, Being You

Being me is something you don't really see, Just as Being you is something I could never do. ~*~ We are all different bottles lined up on the wall. In time We'll fall, when we receive that predetermined call. ~*~ Meanwhile, I'll be me and you'...

by Robert Haigh

added by Robert_Haigh
3 months ago
Child's Play

Nothing seems to matter much when you are a child. You want to play, the livelong day, and can't be reconciled with, "Bath and bed, you sleepy-head!" But that's the life that this man led, when he was a child! _______________ Copyrigh...

by Robert Haigh

added by Robert_Haigh
3 months ago
Spring Must Wait

Winter shakes his robes of white And storms around the stage, As Spring waits calmly in the wings, Observing Winter's rage. The skies, like lead, are heavy now, And not about to lift. For Winter's tale is far from told, As snow begins to drift. ...

by Robert Haigh

added by Robert_Haigh
3 months ago
Sharks, Snipers and Snakes

I swim alone in shark-infested waters, trying to reach a distant, safe shore. Barbed arrows, disguised as wise words, are shot by enemies masquerading as friends. When allies turn out to be snipers, you begin to question the order of things. I ...

by Robert Haigh

added by Robert_Haigh
3 months ago
Look At All Those Monkeys!

Look at all those monkeys Jumping in their cage. Why don't they all go out to work And earn a decent wage? How can you say such silly things, And you a son of mine? Imagine monkeys travelling on The Morden-Edgware line! But what about the Pekine...

by Spike Milligan

added by Robert_Haigh
3 months ago
Mirror, Mirror

A young spring-tender girl combed her joyous hair 'You are very ugly' said the mirror. But, on her lips hung a smile of dove-secret loveliness, for only that morning had not the blind boy said, 'You are beautiful'?

by Spike Milligan

added by Robert_Haigh
3 months ago
No Middleman

I never tried to see your face, Nor did I want to know The details of some lower place Where I would have to go. But love is strong as gravity, And everyone must fall. At first it’s from the apple tree, And then the Western Wall.

by Leonard Cohen

added by Robert_Haigh
3 months ago
Hospitality

drinking cognac with the old man – ......his exquisite hospitality in the shack by the river – that is, no hospitality just emptying the bottle into my glass and filling my plate and falling asleep when it was time to go

by Leonard Cohen

added by Robert_Haigh
3 months ago
Good Advice For Someone Like Me

behind the pain someone is rejoicing behind the torture there is love who's going to buy this bullshit if you don't become the ocean you'll be seasick every day

by Leonard Cohen

added by Robert_Haigh
3 months ago
The Sweetest Little Song

You go your way I'll go your way too

by Leonard Cohen

added by Robert_Haigh
3 months ago
Mercy Returns Me

A woman I want - An honour I covet - A place where I want my mind to dwell - Then Mercy returns me To the fretboard And the problems of the song.

by Leonard Cohen

added by Robert_Haigh
3 months ago
You Have Loved Enough

I came to You with sorrow – You said,"Come to me with bread”. I could not make a living – You employed me with the dead. I chose the marble chambers – But You sent me down below. You kept me from believing Until You let me know: That I am n...

by Leonard Cohen

added by Robert_Haigh
3 months ago
Never Expected

Never expected to be loved at all for salvaging Sex and blunting the Fall for salvaging Sex from out of the books (the authors perplexed by Love´s ravaged looks) for salvaging Sex from all kinds of blame and giving it back it´s very good Name f...

by Leonard Cohen

added by Robert_Haigh
3 months ago
The Goal

I can´t leave my house or answer the phone. I´m going down again but feeling no pain. And that´s the great change and mercy to boot --- the enemy´s dead and I don´t have to shoot. But as for the fall: it was writ long ago and I can´t stop it now...

by Leonard Cohen

added by Robert_Haigh
3 months ago
Sicily Café

And now that I kneel At the edge of my years Let me fall through the mirror of love And the things that I know Let them drift like the snow Let me dwell in the light that's above In the radiant light Where there’s day and there's night And truth...

by Leonard Cohen

added by Robert_Haigh
3 months ago
Love By Any Name

If I'm a bee, you're the honey. If I'm a bank, you're the money. If I'm a plant, you're the flower. If I'm a clock, you're the hour. If I'm a bottle, you're the wine. If I'm a sprinter, you're the line. If I'm a dance, you're the dancer. If I'm...

by Robert Haigh

added by Robert_Haigh
3 months ago
Copper and Tin

You compromised on those dreams of old; The ones you thought were silver and gold. You traded them in For copper and tin, And only did what you had to do. You'd see it through — that much I knew. You prowl the mansions of my mind, And hold a key ...

by Robert Haigh

added by Robert_Haigh
3 months ago
Hooligan Wind

I watched the wind having wicked fun today Stripping leaves from trees and hurling them like confetti Forcing flowers to frantically dance to any old tune Sucking up grit and spitting it in unsuspecting faces Snatching hats from the heads of haple...

by Robert Haigh

added by Robert_Haigh
3 months ago
You and I

I explain quietly. You hear me shouting. You try a new tack. I feel old wounds reopen. You see both sides. I see your blinkers. I am placatory. You sense a new selfishness. I am a dove. You recognize the hawk. You offer an olive branch. I feel t...

by Roger McGough

added by Robert_Haigh
3 months ago
Nothing To Be Said

For nations vague as weed, For nomads among stones, Small-statured cross-faced tribes And cobble-close families In mill-towns on dark mornings Life is slow dying. So are their separate ways Of building, benediction, Measuring love and money Ways ...

by Philip Larkin

added by Robert_Haigh
3 months ago
Beasts Pounding Through Time

Van Gogh writing his brother for paints Hemingway testing his shotgun Celine going broke as a doctor of medicine the impossibility of being human Villon expelled from Paris for being a thief Faulkner drunk in the gutters of his town the impossibil...

by Charles Bukowski

added by Robert_Haigh
3 months ago
The Man Inside My Head

The man inside my head keeps telling me Some things are not the way they ought to be. He says I should be happy with my life, Instead of courting misery and strife. I say to him, that's just the way things are; That happiness is not kept in a jar...

by Robert Haigh

added by Robert_Haigh
3 months ago
Long Time Coming

It's been a long time coming, But I've found love at last! The sad song I was humming Is now part of my past. I'm singing songs of happiness, Of wonder, and good cheer! I tell you (though I'm sure you'd guess) True love is finally here! I've had...

by Robert Haigh

added by Robert_Haigh
3 months ago
Standing Room Only

This population explosion Said Peter to St. Paul Is really getting far too much Just look at the crowd in the hall. Even here, in Heaven There isn't any room I think the world could do with less Much less fruit in the womb. Thus Heaven is overcrow...

by Spike Milligan

added by Robert_Haigh
3 months ago
The Dog Lovers

So they bought you And kept you in a Very good home Cental heating TV A deep freeze A very good home- No one to take you For that lovely long run- But otherwise 'A very good home' They fed you Pal and Chum But not that lovely long run, Until, mad ...

by Spike Milligan

added by Robert_Haigh
3 months ago
Welcome Home

Unaware of my crime they stood me in the dock. I was sentenced to life.... without her. Strange trial. No judge. No jury. I wonder who my visitors will be.

by Spike Milligan

added by Robert_Haigh
3 months ago
Requiem

There was a young belle of Natchez Whose garments were always in patchez. When comment arose On the state of her clothes, She drawled, When Ah itchez, Ah scratchez!

by Ogden Nash

added by Robert_Haigh
3 months ago
The Germ

A mighty creature is the germ, Though smaller than the pachyderm. His customary dwelling place Is deep within the human race. His childish pride he often pleases By giving people strange diseases. Do you, my poppet, feel infirm? You probably conta...

by Ogden Nash

added by Robert_Haigh
3 months ago
The Grackle

The grackle's voice is less than mellow, His heart is black, his eye is yellow, He bullies more attractive birds With hoodlum deeds and vulgar words, And should a human interfere, Attacks that human in the rear. I cannot help but deem the grackle ...

by Ogden Nash

added by Robert_Haigh
3 months ago
Adventures of Isabel

Isabel met an enormous bear, Isabel, Isabel, didn't care; The bear was hungry, the bear was ravenous, The bear's big mouth was cruel and cavernous. The bear said, Isabel, glad to meet you, How do, Isabel, now I'll eat you! Isabel, Isabel, didn't w...

by Ogden Nash

added by Robert_Haigh
3 months ago
Antique Song

Too old, too old to play the part, Too old, God only knows! I’ll keep the little silver heart, The red and folded rose. And in the arms of someone strong You’ll have what we had none. I’ll finish up my winter song For you. It’s almost done. But ...

by Leonard Cohen

added by Robert_Haigh
3 months ago
Three Light Limericks

PINK CAT I once saw a cat that was pink. Someone had dyed it, I think. It walked down the street, Looking quite sweet, And no, I'd not had a drink! *** *** *** *** *** GOLD DIGGER He had neither charm nor wit, But she did not mind one bit. She...

by Robert Haigh

added by Robert_Haigh
3 months ago
Goodbat Nightman

God bless all policemen and fighters of crime, May thieves go to jail for a very long time. They've had a hard day helping clean up the town, Now they hang from the mantelpiece both upside down. A glass of warm blood and then straight up the sta...

by Roger McGough

added by Robert_Haigh
3 months ago
Mrs Moon

Mrs Moon sitting up in the sky little old lady rock-a-bye with a ball of fading light and silvery needles knitting the night

by Roger McGough

added by Robert_Haigh
3 months ago
Soil

we've ignored eachother for a long time and I'm strictly an indoor man anytime to call would be the wrong time I'll avoid you as long as I can When I was a boy we were good friends I made pies out of you when you were wet And in childhood's remem...

by Roger McGough

added by Robert_Haigh
3 months ago
Inspiration

Inspiration came into my mind and into my hands. Through my mind and through my hands, inspiration came and quickly left again. Inspiration came as the clock struck eleven. It was already leaving by the time I had pencil and paper in my hands. A...

by Robert Haigh

added by Robert_Haigh
3 months ago
Dandelion

Oh dandelion you are a weed! Much despised when gone to seed! We may curse you in the ground, But myriad uses can be found. Culinary and curative, You have benefits to give. And your beauty's plain to see, Loved by beetle, bird and bee. You'll...

by Robert Haigh

added by Robert_Haigh
4 months ago
Mr Bleaney

This was Mr Bleaney's room. He stayed The whole time he was at the Bodies, till They moved him.' Flowered curtains, thin and frayed, Fall to within five inches of the sill, Whose window shows a strip of building land, Tussocky, littered. 'Mr Blea...

by Philip Larkin

added by Robert_Haigh
4 months ago
Best Society

When I was a child, I thought, Casually, that solitude Never needed to be sought. Something everybody had, Like nakedness, it lay at hand, Not specially right or specially wrong, A plentiful and obvious thing Not at all hard to understand. Then, ...

by Philip Larkin

added by Robert_Haigh
4 months ago
The Trees

The trees are coming into leaf Like something almost being said; The recent buds relax and spread, Their greenness is a kind of grief. Is it that they are born again And we grow old? No, they die too, Their yearly trick of looking new Is written ...

by Philip Larkin

added by Robert_Haigh
4 months ago
Triple Time

This empty street, this sky to blandness scoured, This air, a little indistinct with autumn Like a reflection, constitute the present -- A time traditionally soured, A time unrecommended by event. But equally they make up something else: This is ...

by Philip Larkin

added by Robert_Haigh
4 months ago
The North Ship (Legend)

I saw three ships go sailing by, Over the sea, the lifting sea, And the wind rose in the morning sky, And one was rigged for a long journey. The first ship turned towards the west, Over the sea, the running sea, And by the wind was all possessed ...

by Philip Larkin

added by Robert_Haigh
4 months ago
New Eyes Each Year

New eyes each year Find old books here, And new books,too, Old eyes renew; So youth and age Like ink and page In this house join, Minting new coin.

by Philip Larkin

added by Robert_Haigh
4 months ago
Wedding Wind

The wind blew all my wedding-day, And my wedding-night was the night of the high wind; And a stable door was banging, again and again, That he must go and shut it, leaving me Stupid in candlelight, hearing rain, Seeing my face in the twisted candl...

by Philip Larkin

added by Robert_Haigh
4 months ago
Next, Please

Always too eager for the future, we Pick up bad habits of expectancy. Something is always approaching; every day Till then we say, Watching from a bluff the tiny, clear Sparkling armada of promises draw near. How slow they are! And how much time ...

by Philip Larkin

added by Robert_Haigh
4 months ago
Why Did I Dream Of You Last Night?

Why did I dream of you last night? Now morning is pushing back hair with grey light Memories strike home, like slaps in the face; Raised on elbow, I stare at the pale fog beyond the window. So many things I had thought forgotten Return to my mind...

by Philip Larkin

added by Robert_Haigh
4 months ago
The School In August

The cloakroom pegs are empty now, And locked the classroom door, The hollow desks are lined with dust, And slow across the floor A sunbeam creeps between the chairs Till the sun shines no more. Who did their hair before this glass? Who scratched ...

by Philip Larkin

added by Robert_Haigh
4 months ago
I Have Started To Say

I have started to say "A quarter of a century" Or "thirty years back" About my own life. It makes me breathless It's like falling and recovering In huge gesturing loops Through an empty sky. All that's left to happen Is some ...

by Philip Larkin

added by Robert_Haigh
4 months ago
Money

Quarterly, is it, money reproaches me: 'Why do you let me lie here wastefully? I am all you never had of goods and sex, You could get them still by writing a few cheques.' So I look at others, what they do with theirs: They certainly ...

by Philip Larkin

added by Robert_Haigh
4 months ago
Cut Grass

Cut grass lies frail: Brief is the breath Mown stalks exhale. Long, long the death It dies in the white hours Of young-leafed June With chestnut flowers, With hedges snowlike strewn, White lilac bowed, Lost lanes of Queen Anne's lace, And that h...

by Philip Larkin

added by Robert_Haigh
4 months ago
From Dusk to Daylight

A nightmare haunted me last night; It filled my mind with dread; An eerie sound, an awful sight, Right there inside my head! I saw the earth devour the moon, While lonely lovers sighed. The piper ceased to play his tune, And romance slowly die...

by Robert Haigh

added by Robert_Haigh
4 months ago
The Man I Might Have Been

A portrait of the man I might have been Hangs in a darkened room within my mind. A different me, the world has never seen, In subtle shades, with brush strokes well-defined. That portrait though is not on public view; In truth, it shows a road I ...

by Robert Haigh

added by Robert_Haigh
4 months ago
Cake

i wanted one life you wanted another we couldn't have our cake so we ate eachother.

by Roger McGough

added by Robert_Haigh
4 months ago
The Time I Like Best

The time I like best is 6am when the snow is 6 inches deep which I'm yet to discover 'cause I'm under the covers fast, fast asleep.

by Roger McGough

added by Robert_Haigh
4 months ago
The Trouble With Snowmen

The trouble with snowmen,' Said my father one year 'They are no sooner made than they just disappear. I'll build you a snowman And I'll build it to last Add sand and cement And then have it cast. And so every winter,' He went on to explain 'You ...

by Roger McGough

added by Robert_Haigh
4 months ago
The Lesson

Chaos ruled OK in the classroom as bravely the teacher walked in the nooligans ignored him his voice was lost in the din 'The theme for today is violence and homework will be set I'm going to teach you a lesson one that you'll never forget' He p...

by Roger McGough

added by Robert_Haigh
4 months ago
Writing

often it is the only thing between you and impossibility. no drink, no woman's love, no wealth can match it. nothing can save you except writing. it keeps the walls from failing. the hordes from closing in. it blasts the darkness. writing is the u...

by Charles Bukowski

added by Robert_Haigh
4 months ago
Uncle Dan's Will

Uncle Dan wrote out his will, All legal-like and proper. He knew he'd not much time to kill Before he'd come a cropper. He'd truly lived a merry life And led us all a dance. He never took himself a wife, But loved a good romance. A ladies' man h...

by Robert Haigh

added by Robert_Haigh
4 months ago
Thousands

Out of the thousands who are known, or who want to be known as poets, maybe one or two are genuine and the rest are fakes, hanging around the sacred precincts trying to look like the real thing. Needless to say I am one of the fakes, and this is m...

by Leonard Cohen

added by Robert_Haigh
4 months ago
2 Flies

The flies are angry bits of life; why are they so angry? it seems they want more, it seems almost as if they are angry that they are flies; it is not my fault; I sit in the room with them and they taunt me with their agony; it is as if they were l...

by Charles Bukowski

added by Robert_Haigh
4 months ago
For the Foxes

Don't feel sorry for me. I am a competent, satisfied human being. be sorry for the others who fidget complain who constantly rearrange their lives like furniture. juggl ing mates and attitudes their confusi on is constant and it will touch wh...

by Charles Bukowski

added by Robert_Haigh
4 months ago
Cut While Shaving

It's never quite right, he said, the way people look, the way the music sounds, the way the words are written. It's never quite right, he said, all the things we are taught, all the loves we chase, all the deaths we die, all the lives we live, the...

by Charles Bukowski

added by Robert_Haigh
4 months ago
Poem Heading South

This poem is heading south As it drips down the page Letters pool into words But they make little sense Ideas and emotions All swirl around my head But words refuse to speak And the verse remains blank I coax but do not plead As words lurk in sh...

by Robert Haigh

added by Robert_Haigh
4 months ago
First Child... Second Child

FIRST Be it a girl, or one of the boys, It is scarlet all over its avoirdupois, It is red, it is boiled; could the obstetrician Have possibly been a lobstertrician? His degrees and credentials were hunky-dory, But how's for an infantile inventory...

by Ogden Nash

added by Robert_Haigh
4 months ago
Morning Prayer

Now another day is breaking, Sleep was sweet and so is waking. Dear Lord, I promised you last night Never again to sulk or fight. Such vows are easier to keep When a child is sound asleep. Today, O Lord, for your dear sake, I'll try to keep them w...

by Ogden Nash

added by Robert_Haigh
4 months ago
Lost My Voice in New York City

Lost my voice in New York City never heard it again after sixty-seven Now I talk like you Now I sing like you Cigarette and coffee to make me sick Couple of families to make me think Going to see my lawyer Going to read my mail Lost my voice in Ne...

by Leonard Cohen

added by Robert_Haigh
4 months ago
Japanese Quartet

NIGHT SCENE (Haiku) The moon sets her sails to navigate the night sky with great majesty Stars twinkle and shine in a deep velvet backdrop as dreamers dream on *** *** *** *** MAN IN THE MOON (Dodoitsu) The man in the moon told me heaven is o...

by Robert Haigh

added by Robert_Haigh
4 months ago
Prime Time

Millstones and mishaps all mess with my mind. I have no idea of what I might find Tomorrow, next week, or even next year; Yet freedom is one thing that I hold dear. Anchors and anvils are weighing me down; They're keeping me here, in this one-hor...

by Robert Haigh

added by Robert_Haigh
4 months ago
I Love Me

I’m always my own best cheerer; Myself I satisfy Till I take a look in the mirror And see things I to I.

by Ogden Nash

added by Robert_Haigh
4 months ago
A Word to Husbands

To keep your marriage brimming With love in the loving cup, Whenever you’re wrong, admit it; Whenever you’re right, shut up.

by Ogden Nash

added by Robert_Haigh
4 months ago
Perfect Pattern

I looked for a perfect pattern within my life, Thinking everything should always make perfect sense. But then I learned that fate can cut just like a knife, Taking things away, without any recompense. "Into each life some rain must fall,&quo...

by Robert Haigh

added by Robert_Haigh
4 months ago
Unto Us...

Somewhere at some time They committed themselves to me And so, I was! Small, but I WAS! Tiny, in shape Lusting to live I hung in my pulsing cave. Soon they knew of me My mother —my father. I had no say in my being I lived on trust And love Tho' I ...

by Spike Milligan

added by Robert_Haigh
4 months ago
My lady can sleep

My lady can sleep Upon a handkerchief Or if it be Fall Upon a fallen leaf. I have seen the hunters kneel before her hem Even in her sleep She turns away from them. The only gift they offer Is their abiding grief I pull out my pockets For a handker...

by Leonard Cohen

added by Robert_Haigh
4 months ago
Nightmare

I walked along the boulevard, But everything looked strange. The traffic lights were stuck on red, With voices out of range. I dreamed that I was dreaming, And woke to find the truth: An everlasting nightmare Had robbed me of my youth. I had no ...

by Robert Haigh

added by Robert_Haigh
4 months ago
Send Me a Postcard

I know you search for your rainbow's end; I hope you find it soon, my friend. I settled right here — no rainbow in sight, And time will tell if I got it right. Rainbows are so elusive, I fear; If you get too close they disappear. I lazily lounge ...

by Robert Haigh

added by Robert_Haigh
4 months ago
A Piece of Empty Sky

She flew into my life out of the blue; A lost angel, looking to start anew. With sunlight in her hair and in her smile, But with rainbows in her eyes, all the while. I never asked about her troubled past. I loved her, but knew our love could never...

by Robert Haigh

added by Robert_Haigh
4 months ago
Ordinary Man

He's an ordinary man who lives an ordinary life. He works a mundane job, but has a very pretty wife. Just what that angel sees in him he'll never understand, But true love and devotion he always gets, first-hand. This ordinary man is just an aver...

by Robert Haigh

added by Robert_Haigh
4 months ago
Insomnia

I stand by my window, looking out at the night sky. Silver stars twinkle in harmony on a clear, velvet backdrop, as the crescent moon sings a silent serenade, six hours before sunrise. Such a beautiful, peaceful night; yet sleep evades me. This li...

by Robert Haigh

added by Robert_Haigh
4 months ago
God's Great Masterpiece

When God created mothers He made them stronger than all others (including fathers, uncles, nephews and brothers). He gave all mothers nerves of steel To cope with young kids who squeal And older ones who argue a great deal. He gave each mother a...

by Robert Haigh

added by Robert_Haigh
4 months ago
Get Ready

With devils riding high, and angels flying low, Some wonders of this great big world I guess I'll never know. Most things that pass for modern art don't do a thing for me. I'll stick by the old masters, whose greatness I can see. ********** I se...

by Robert Haigh

added by Robert_Haigh
4 months ago
Shadow of Doubt

Where does my shadow go When I'm asleep? Does it rest till daylight? Or does it creep Away, to live nine lives Out on the town? Meeting other shadows — Getting it down? You might think I'm crazy, But I'm concerned. My good reputation Has been h...

by Robert Haigh

added by Robert_Haigh
4 months ago
Dublinesque

Down stucco sidestreets, Where light is pewter And afternoon mist Brings lights on in shops Above race-guides and rosaries, A funeral passes. The hearse is ahead, But after there follows A troop of streetwalkers In wide flowered hats, Leg-of-mutt...

by Philip Larkin

added by Robert_Haigh
4 months ago
Maturity

A stationary sense… as, I suppose, I shall have, till my single body grows Inaccurate, tired; Then I shall start to feel the backward pull Take over, sickening and masterful - Some say, desired. And this must be the prime of li...

by Philip Larkin

added by Robert_Haigh
4 months ago
Introspective Reflection

I would live all my life in nonchalance and insouciance Were it not for making a living, which is rather a nouciance.

by Ogden Nash

added by Robert_Haigh
4 months ago
I Didn't Go To Church Today

I didn't go to church today, I trust the Lord to understand. The surf was swirling blue and white, The children swirling on the sand. He knows, He knows how brief my stay, How brief this spell of summer weather, He knows when I am said and done We...

by Ogden Nash

added by Robert_Haigh
4 months ago
be kind

we are always asked to understand the other person's viewpoint no matter how outdated foolish or obnoxious. one is asked to view their total error their life-waste with kindliness, especially if they are aged. but age is the total of our doing. th...

by Charles Bukowski

added by Robert_Haigh
4 months ago
as the sparrow

To give life you must take life, and as our grief falls flat and hollow upon the billion-blooded sea I pass upon serious inward-breaking shoals rimmed with white-legged, white-bellied rotting creatures lengthily dead and rioting against surroundin...

by Charles Bukowski

added by Robert_Haigh
4 months ago
as the poems go

as the poems go into the thousands you realize that you've created very little. it comes down to the rain, the sunlight, the traffic, the nights and the days of the years, the faces. leaving this will be easier than living it, typing one more line...

by Charles Bukowski

added by Robert_Haigh
4 months ago
Edwardian Drama

Rescued from the wreckage of of a loveless marriage, She rode with her lover in his horse-drawn carriage. It was back in the year of 1907 When everything changed, and she found her own heaven! *** *** *** I'm not in the business of naming or...

by Robert Haigh

added by Robert_Haigh
4 months ago
Let Me Die a Youngman's Death

Let me die a youngman's death not a clean and inbetween the sheets holywater death not a famous-last-words peaceful out of breath death When I'm 73 and in constant good tumour may I be mown down at dawn by a bright red sports car on my way home f...

by Roger McGough

added by Robert_Haigh
4 months ago
Jagged

People say that love is blind, With thoughts and feelings kind. But words to me seem jagged, While rolling through my mind. I tried to write a love song, But somehow it went wrong. The words were sharp and jagged, And they did not belong. So my ...

by Robert Haigh

added by Robert_Haigh
4 months ago
If I Could Write Words

If I could write words Like leaves on an autumn forest floor, What a bonfire my letters would make. If I could speak words of water, You would drown when I said "I love you."

by Spike Milligan

added by Robert_Haigh
4 months ago
There was a young soldier called Edsar

There was a young soldier called Edsar When wanted was always in bed sir: One morning at one They fired a gun And Edsar, in bed sir, was dead sir.

by Spike Milligan

added by Robert_Haigh
4 months ago
Can a Parrot

Can a parrot Eat a carrot Standing on his head? If I did that my mum would send me Straight upstairs to bed.

by Spike Milligan

added by Robert_Haigh
4 months ago
Porridge

Why is there no monument To Porridge in our land? If it's good enough to eat, It's good enough to stand! On a plinth in London A statue we should see Of Porridge made in Scotland Signed, "Oatmeal, O.B.E." (By a young dog of three)

by Spike Milligan

added by Robert_Haigh
4 months ago
It's a Jungle Out There

On leaving the house you'd best say a prayer Take my advice and don't travel by train As Tarzan said to Jane, 'It's a jungle out there.' I'm not a man who will easily scare But I'd rather lick maggots than get on a plane. On leaving the house you...

by Roger McGough

added by Robert_Haigh
4 months ago
Ghost of a Memory

You are the ghost of a memory from the distant past I turn a cobwebbed corner in my mind And suddenly there you are Long forgotten it seemed; but your memory refuses to die Should I laugh or maybe cry? The laughing left before you did and the...

by Robert Haigh

added by Robert_Haigh
4 months ago
Where is My Mother?

Where is my mother in all these poems? Good question. My father, who wouldn't thank me for it, is outside the school railings. And there in the backyard failing to teach me how to box. But don't point, you'll embarrass him. Aunts abound, gabby an...

by Roger McGough

added by Robert_Haigh
4 months ago
The Python

The python has, and I fib no fibs, 318 pairs of ribs. In stating this I place reliance On a seance with one who died for science. This figure is sworn to and attested; He counted them while being digested.

by Ogden Nash

added by Robert_Haigh
5 months ago
The Romantic Age

This one is entering her teens, Ripe for sentimental scenes, Has picked a gangling unripe male. Sees herself in bridal veil, Presses lips and tosses head, Declares she's not too young to wed, Informs you pertly you forget Romeo and Juliet. Do not ...

by Ogden Nash

added by Robert_Haigh
5 months ago
The Poem That Wrote Me!

I tried to write a cheerful poem, But much to my surprise, The poem began to change my words; It told me they were lies! I tried my best to stay upbeat, With verses full of joy. The poem soon rejected those, As part of its weird ploy! It chased ...

by Robert Haigh

added by Robert_Haigh
5 months ago
Goodbye S.S.

Go away girl, go away and let me pack my dreams Now where did I put those yesteryears made up with broken seams Where shall I sweep the pieces my God they still look new There's a taxi waiting at the door but there's only room for you

by Spike Milligan

added by Robert_Haigh
5 months ago
Jumbo Jet

I saw a little elephant standing in my garden, I said 'You don't belong in here', he said 'I beg your pardon?', I said 'This place is England, what are you doing here?', He said 'Ah, then I must be lost' and then 'Oh dear, oh dear'. 'I should be ...

by Spike Milligan

added by Robert_Haigh
5 months ago
Big Small World

I like my own company; some of the time. Sometimes I live in a world with a population of one. A part-time loner who never gets lonely. I can do what I want; whenever I want. But don't feel bad, my friend. You are always welcome here. I can o...

by Robert Haigh

added by Robert_Haigh
5 months ago
Hallelujah

Now, I've heard there was a secret chord That David played, and it pleased the Lord But you don't really care for music, do ya? It goes like this, the fourth, the fifth The minor fall, the major lift The baffled king composing Hallelujah Halleluja...

by Leonard Cohen

added by Robert_Haigh
5 months ago
Coming

On longer evenings, Light, chill and yellow, Bathes the serene Foreheads of houses. A thrush sings, Laurel-surrounded In the deep bare garden, Its fresh-peeled voice Astonishing the brickwork. It will be spring soon, It will be spring soon — And I...

by Philip Larkin

added by Robert_Haigh
5 months ago
Negative Indicative

Never to walk from the station's lamps and laurels Carrying my father's lean old leather case Crumbling like the register at the hotel; Never to be shown upstairs To a plain room smelling of soap, a towel Neatly hung on the back of a rush chair, ...

by Philip Larkin

added by Robert_Haigh
5 months ago
Past days of gales

Past days of gales When skies are colourless The corn falls, Dies; so for this space Autumn is motionless. Because the sun So hesitates in this decay, I think we still could turn, Speak to each other in a different way; For ways of speaking die, ...

by Philip Larkin

added by Robert_Haigh
5 months ago
the harder you try

the waste of words continues with a stunning persistence as the waiter runs by carrying the loaded tray for all the wise white boys who laugh at us. no matter. no matter, as long as your shoes are tied and nobody is walking too close behind. just...

by Charles Bukowski

added by Robert_Haigh
5 months ago
for they had things to say

the canaries were there, and the lemon tree and the old woman with warts; and I was there, a child and I touched the piano keys as they talked — but not too loudly for they had things to say, the three of them; and I watched them cover the canarie...

by Charles Bukowski

added by Robert_Haigh
5 months ago
Fall and Rise of a Poet

The poet said, "I'll write no more! Erato has walked out the door! Love has left, and nothing does remain! "She was my Muse, my love, my life! Without her, all has turned to strife! Now all I hear is lost love's sad refrain!" I tr...

by Robert Haigh

added by Robert_Haigh
5 months ago
Hunting for Poems

Armed with pencils and reams of paper, I'm hunting for poems inside my head. Nothing gets written throughout this caper; No poems are found. Perhaps they're dead! Is this the end, I ask myself? Is Calliope's store now bare? No lines of verse left...

by Robert Haigh

added by Robert_Haigh
5 months ago
Mindfulness

Mindful of my newfound mindfulness I awoke to the infinite possibilities shimmering in the exquisite web of interconnectedness. As soon as my feet touched the floor I knew it was going to be a good day. 'Today will be a good day,' I intoned. I w...

by Roger McGough

added by Robert_Haigh
5 months ago
I Hear the Heartbeat of the Moon

I hear the heartbeat of the moon Above the ocean's roar. I feel the pulse of every star As we walk by the shore. I hear love's voice upon the breeze Whisper, "Mi amor." I see the moonlight on your face And starlight in your eyes. I watc...

by Robert Haigh

added by Robert_Haigh
5 months ago
Songs of Angels (Sonnet)

When songs of angels reach these mortal ears, I cease my daily toil and listen well. Such glorious sounds can soothe away all fears, And every lingering doubt they will dispel. These songs are borne upon the winds each day, Though seldom heard ab...

by Robert Haigh

added by Robert_Haigh
5 months ago
Long lion days

Long lion days Start with white haze. By midday you meet A hammer of heat — Whatever was sown Now fully grown, Whatever conceived Now fully leaved, Abounding, ablaze — O long lion days!

by Philip Larkin

added by Robert_Haigh
5 months ago
Winter

In the field, two horses, Two swans on the river, While a wind blows over A waste of thistles Crowded like men; And now again My thoughts are children With uneasy faces That awake and rise Beneath running skies From buried places. For the line of...

by Philip Larkin

added by Robert_Haigh
5 months ago
A Dog's Best Friend Is His Illiteracy

It has been well said that quietness is what a Grecian urn is the still unravished bride of, And that a door is what a dog is perpetually on the wrong side of. I may add that a sachet is what many a housewife's linen is fragrantly entrusted to, Bu...

by Ogden Nash

added by Robert_Haigh
5 months ago
Temporary Art

I wrote a love poem For you On a steamed-up window On the bus But it soon evaporated... Just like "us" __________ Copyright © Robert Haigh 2017

by Robert Haigh

added by Robert_Haigh
5 months ago
Back to You

The girl on the corner is flashing her legs. The drunk at the station is down to the dregs. I try not to answer each question that begs, And I long for a train back to you. The platform is crowded, with nowhere to sit. It's dingy and draughty, an...

by Robert Haigh

added by Robert_Haigh
5 months ago
New Brooms

New brooms sweep clean Old brooms can't be fussed New brooms are mad keen Old brooms can't stand dust. New brooms are young bulls Can't wait to get their teeth Into the kitchen carpet, Up the stairs and underneath The fridge and the cooker Where...

by Roger McGough

added by Robert_Haigh
5 months ago
Light Sleeper

My wife is such a light sleeper That when I come home late After a night out with the boys I always remove my shoes And leave them at the bottom Of the street. Image my surprise, when On retrieving them this morning I discovered that they had be...

by Roger McGough

added by Robert_Haigh
5 months ago
Roshi

I never really understood what he said but every now and then I find myself barking with the dog or bending with the irises or helping out in other little ways

by Leonard Cohen

added by Robert_Haigh
5 months ago
The Ones Between Us

I'd know you if I saw you, Although we've never met. I see the ones between us, With more to come, I'll bet! Love is such a dismal dance Without you in my arms. I date the ones between us, Whilst dreaming of your charms! Each day I hope I'll fin...

by Robert Haigh

added by Robert_Haigh
5 months ago
À Bas Ben Adhem

My fellow man I do not care for. I often ask me, What's he there for? The only answer I can find Is, Reproduction of his kind. If I'm supposed to swallow that, Winnetka is my habitat. Isn't it time to carve Hic Jacet Above that Reproduction racket...

by Ogden Nash

added by Robert_Haigh
5 months ago
Old men

People expect old men to die, They do not really mourn old men. Old men are different. People look At them with eyes that wonder when… People watch with unshocked eyes; But the old men know when an old man dies.

by Ogden Nash

added by Robert_Haigh
5 months ago
Grandpa Is Ashamed

A child need not be very clever To learn that "Later, dear" means "Never."

by Ogden Nash

added by Robert_Haigh
5 months ago
Angel Eyes

Her eyes, her very eyes, would have lit up my room — and my life — if she had cared to enter. But she looked away, and our eyes were destined never to meet again. __________________ Copyright © Robert Haigh 2018

by Robert Haigh

added by Robert_Haigh
5 months ago
So Fair Is She

So fair is she! So fair her face So fair her pulsing figure Not so fair The maniacal stare Of a husband who's much bigger.

by Spike Milligan

added by Robert_Haigh
5 months ago
Days

What are days for? Days are where we live. They come, they wake us Time and time over. They are to be happy in: Where can we live but days? Ah, solving that question Brings the priest and the doctor In their long coats Running over th...

by Philip Larkin

added by Robert_Haigh
5 months ago
Cupid Doesn't Care!

I called for Cupid's help today to melt your icy heart. But he would not (or could not) even play his part. His quiver was quite empty, with not one arrow left. He shrugged his dimpled shoulders, leaving me bereft! He wouldn't look me in the eye...

by Robert Haigh

added by Robert_Haigh
5 months ago
Sally and Ben

Ben was kinda rough around the edges, But Sally didn't care. He came without promises or pledges, But at least he was there. She'd loved many men in her time, and yet None had treated her well. Would Ben turn out to be a better bet? Well, only ti...

by Robert Haigh

added by Robert_Haigh
5 months ago
When Words Have Wings

When words have wings, and each line sings, The writer should take pride. Woman or man, each poet can Bring forth that magic ride! Words combined can woo the mind To make us laugh or cry. Artistic bent, with true intent, Can lift us to the sky! ...

by Robert Haigh

added by Robert_Haigh
5 months ago
the trash men

here they come these guys grey truck radio playing they are in a hurry it’s quite exciting: shirt open bellies hanging out they run out the trash bins roll them out to the fork lift and then the truck grinds it upward with far too much sound . ...

by Charles Bukowski

added by Robert_Haigh
5 months ago
Grandma's House

I loved to go to grandma's house When I was very small. Those big old empty rooms upstairs Always seemed so tall. I'd play up there without a care; With just one chair, that's all. Imagination was my friend; I'd gladly play alone. I'd be a pirate...

by Robert Haigh

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5 months ago
Granny

Through every nook and every cranny The wind blew in on poor old Granny Around her knees, into each ear (And up her nose as well, I fear) All through the night the wind grew worse It nearly made the vicar curse The top had fallen off the steeple ...

by Spike Milligan

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5 months ago
beagle

do not bother the beagle lying there away from grass and flowers and paths, dreaming dogdreams, or perhaps dreaming nothing, as men do awake; yes, leave him be, in that simple juxtaposition, out of the maelstrom, lucifugous as a bat, searching bat...

by Charles Bukowski

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5 months ago
She Said Please Write a Poem for Me

She said, "Please write a poem for me." I told her I would try. But soon she sailed across the sea And left me high and dry! We were just friends and nothing more, But I still think of her. And now, beside the ocean's roar, A strange sc...

by Robert Haigh

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5 months ago
Dreamland

Night is calling and dreams are falling, As elephants dance inside my head. Serried hedgerows and herds of rainbows Are closing in as I lie on my bed! Now fantasy meets with tangled sheets And reality's wearing borrowed clothes. Nothing, it seems...

by Robert Haigh

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5 months ago
I Wonder...

Did the winds and waves obey All good wishes On that fateful, "goodbye" day? Did you reach that distant shore? And did you find Whatever you were looking for? Did stars help steer your course? And did you see Beyond the sun, a greate...

by Robert Haigh

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5 months ago
tigerdreams

i go to sleep on all fours ready to pounce on any dream in which you might appear Claws withdrawn i want you live the image fresh as meat i want you live the memories flesh to eat Every nightmare its the same prowling through forests growling your...

by Roger McGough

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5 months ago
The Duck

Behold the duck. It does not cluck. A cluck it lacks. It quacks. It is specially fond Of a puddle or a pond. When it dines or sups, It bottoms ups.

by Ogden Nash

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5 months ago
Quid Pro Quo

There's no free lunch in this mean town, my friend. You have to play the game, and learn to bend. It's quid pro quo, or shiver in the cold. Just do as I say and you'll hit pure gold! There's money to be made, if you're no fool; Now oil the wheels...

by Robert Haigh

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5 months ago
A Hammer Seeking a Nail

Yes, he was a hammer, seeking a nail; She was a sweet girl, so precious and frail. It seemed like a mismatch; one forged in hell. But strange things occur when love casts its spell. He was hot-tempered, but she soothed his soul. Soon they were w...

by Robert Haigh

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5 months ago
Elevator Mirrors

My father had a moustache, But not his father or his brothers I am very tempted In the new hotels The elevators are often so dark The mirrors are useless (Like this one) I don't want to go anywhere I’ve been to the Acropolis (1959) I sat on the...

by Leonard Cohen

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5 months ago
Apparent Turbulence

You were the last young woman to look at me that way When was it sometime between 9/11 and the tsunami You looked at my belt and then I looked down at my belt you were right it wasn't bad then we resumed our lives. I don’t know about yours but min...

by Leonard Cohen

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5 months ago
I can't break the code

I can't break the code Of our frozen love It’s too late to know What the password was I reach for the past Keep coming up short And everything feels Like a last resort Tho' we’ve called it quits And there’s nothing left Still I hear my lips Mak...

by Leonard Cohen

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5 months ago
Riding Out the Storm

When lady luck has turned her back on you, And nothing seems to work, choose what you do, You still keep on believing things will change. You know deep down your goals are within range. You find a way of riding out the storm. When all your plans ...

by Robert Haigh

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5 months ago
Good Old William

- 'I concur with everything you say,' smiled William. 'Oh yes I concur with that. I agree.' ' If that's the general feeling you can count on me. Can't say fairer.' Good old William, the Concurrer.

by Roger McGough

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5 months ago
The Perfect Crime

The sword-swallower stabbed his unfaithful wife to death Before disposing of the murder weapon in one gulp.

by Roger McGough

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5 months ago
Happens to the Heart

I was always working steady But I never called it art I was funding my depression Meeting Jesus reading Marx Sure it failed my little fire But it’s bright the dying spark Go tell the young messiah What happens to the heart There’s a mist of summe...

by Leonard Cohen

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5 months ago
A Caution to Everybody

Consider the auk; Becoming extinct because he forgot how to fly, and could only walk. Consider man, who may well become extinct Because he forgot how to walk and learned how to fly before he thinked.

by Ogden Nash

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5 months ago
Cabin Fever

Rain is drumming hard on the old tin roof. The kids Are restless, and just about to flip their little lids! They both want to be out there, playing in the sand. I tell them it's too wet, but they don't understand. We play 'Snakes and Ladders,' bu...

by Robert Haigh

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5 months ago
Road Musician

He's an aging road musician, Still playing his guitar; His fingers gnarled and stiffened. Too late to be a star. He's restless and he's rootless; He'll never settle down. The road goes on forever, From town to dreary town. He sleeps in cheap mot...

by Robert Haigh

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5 months ago
These Paths and Lanes

These paths and lanes I've walked along So many times before. They've barely changed throughout the years; Still steeped in days of yore. Old memories cry out to me, And tales of family lore. The cottage where my parents lived Lies empty, looking...

by Robert Haigh

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5 months ago
Sad Steps

Groping back to bed after a piss I part thick curtains, and am startled by The rapid clouds, the moon’s cleanliness. Four o’clock: wedge-shadowed gardens lie Under a cavernous, a wind-picked sky. There’s something laughable about this, ...

by Philip Larkin

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5 months ago
Aubade

I work all day, and get half-drunk at night. Waking at four to soundless dark, I stare. In time the curtain-edges will grow light. Till then I see what’s really always there: Unresting death, a whole day nearer now, Making all thoug...

by Philip Larkin

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5 months ago
Solar

Suspended lion face Spilling at the centre Of an unfurnished sky How still you stand, And how unaided Single stalkless flower You pour unrecompensed. The eye sees you Simplified by distance Into an origin, Your petalled head of flames Continuousl...

by Philip Larkin

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5 months ago
The Whitsun Weddings

That Whitsun, I was late getting away: Not till about One-twenty on the sunlit Saturday Did my three-quarters-empty train pull out, All windows down, all cushions hot, all sense Of being in a hurry gone. We ran Behind the backs of houses, c...

by Philip Larkin

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5 months ago
That Poem You were Writing

It's not easy being a poet nowadays. Especially if you wander away from the desk and pick up a newspaper, or listen to the radio, switch on the TV, or be drawn into conversation. That poem you were writing, the one about your father taking you to...

by Roger McGough

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5 months ago
in a neighborhood of murder

the roaches spit out paper clips and the helicopter circles and circles smelling for blood searchlights leering down into our bedroom 5 guys in this court have pistols another a machete we are all murderers and alcoholics but there are worse in t...

by Charles Bukowski

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5 months ago
the bluebird

there’s a bluebird in my heart that wants to get out but I’m too tough for him, I say, stay in there, I’m not going to let anybody see you. there’s a bluebird in my heart that wants to get out but I pour whiskey on him and inhale cigarette smoke ...

by Charles Bukowski

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5 months ago
In my craft or sullen art

In my craft or sullen art Exercised in the still night When only the moon rages And the lovers lie abed With all their griefs in their arms, I labour by singing light Not for ambition or bread Or the strut and trade of charms On the ivory stages B...

by Dylan Thomas

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5 months ago
Bazonka

Say Bazonka every day That's what my grandma used to say It keeps at bay the Asian Flu' And both your elbows free from glue. So say Bazonka every day (That's what my grandma used to say) Don't say it if your socks are dry! Or when the sun is in y...

by Spike Milligan

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5 months ago
Mosaic

A mind badged and barnacled by the many vagaries of life. Finding his own perspective on fate's uneven hand. A mosaic made of a thousand broken pieces. Each fragment relevant and valuable, in its own intrinsic way. Poignant relics from a past th...

by Robert Haigh

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5 months ago
Maveric

Maveric Prowles Had Rumbling Bowles That thundered in the night. It shook the bedrooms all around And gave the folks a fright. The doctor called; He was appalled When through his stethoscope He heard the sound of a baying hound, And the acrid smel...

by Spike Milligan

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5 months ago
For Anne

With Annie gone, whose eyes to compare with the morning sun? Not that I did compare, But I do compare Now that she's gone.

by Leonard Cohen

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5 months ago
Belinda

Belinda was an artist Who painted things from life. She'd be there at her easel, With brush or palette knife. She always looked so calm, With not a hint of strife. I'd see her in the cornfield Or on the village green. She always looked so lovely,...

by Robert Haigh

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5 months ago
the pleasures of the damned

the pleasures of the damned are limited to brief moments of happiness: like the eyes in the look of a dog, like a square of wax, like a fire taking the city hall, the country, the continent, like fire taking the hair of maidens and monsters; and h...

by Charles Bukowski

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5 months ago
Do not go gentle into that good night

Do not go gentle into that good night, Old age should burn and rave at close of day; Rage, rage against the dying of the light. Though wise men at their end know dark is right, Because their words had forked no lightning they Do not go gentle int...

by Dylan Thomas

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5 months ago
The Fly

In his black armour the house-fly marched the field of Freda's sleeping thighs, undisturbed by the soft hand which vaguely moved to end his exercise. And it ruined my day — this fly which never planned to charm her or to please should ...

by Leonard Cohen

added by Robert_Haigh
5 months ago
Children's Party

May I join you in the doghouse, Rover? I wish to retire till the party's over. Since three o'clock I've done my best To entertain each tiny guest; My conscience now I've left behind me, And if they want me, let them find me. I blew their bubbles, ...

by Ogden Nash

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5 months ago
my cats

I know. I know. they are limited, have different needs and concerns. but I watch and learn from them. I like the little they know, which is so much. they complain but never worry, they walk with a surprising dignity. they sleep with a direct sim...

by Charles Bukowski

added by Robert_Haigh
5 months ago
The Look:

I once bought a toy rabbit at a department store and now he sits and ponders me with pink sheer eyes: He wants golf balls and glass walls. I want quiet thunder. Our disappointment sits between us.

by Charles Bukowski

added by Robert_Haigh
5 months ago
Life Keeps Trying to Knock Me Down

Life keeps trying to knock me down, With problems thrown my way. It makes me wear a fitful frown, As blue skies turn to grey. I've taken knocks all through the years, But still I battle on. Pleasures often plagued with fears Are what I feed upon....

by Robert Haigh

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5 months ago
Body of Loneliness

She entered my foot with her foot and she entered my waist with her snow. She entered my heart saying, "Yes, that's right." And so the Body of Loneliness was covered from without, and from within the Body of Loneliness was embraced. Now ...

by Leonard Cohen

added by Robert_Haigh
5 months ago
Irving and Me at the Hospital

He stood up for Nietzsche I stood up for Christ He stood up for victory I stood up for less I loved to read his verses He loved to hear my song We never had much interest In who was right or wrong His boxer's hands were shaking He struggled with...

by Leonard Cohen

added by Robert_Haigh
5 months ago
The Letters

You never liked to get The letters that I sent. But now you've got the gist Of what my letters meant. You're reading them again, The ones you didn't burn. You press them to your lips, My pages of concern. I said there'd been a flood. I said ther...

by Leonard Cohen

added by Robert_Haigh
5 months ago
I Could Be Wrong — But I'm Not!

When I was a lad summers were longer. Families were closer, and somehow stronger. There were surely more birds and butterflies That flitted and fluttered and filled the skies. I could be wrong - but I'm not! Roads were much quieter - less traffic...

by Robert Haigh

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5 months ago
I Woke Up in a Painting

I woke up in a painting Hanging on the wall, Not really understanding The meaning of it all. A dream within a dream, Or life beyond the veil? I could not comprehend this Frightening fairy-tale! I woke up in a painting, Not knowing where I stood....

by Robert Haigh

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5 months ago
Long Sight in Age

They say eyes clear with age, As dew clarifies air To sharpen evenings, As if time put an edge Round the last shape of things To show them there; The many-levelled trees, The long soft tides of grass Wrinkling away the gold Wind-ridden waves— all ...

by Philip Larkin

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5 months ago
The Importance of Elsewhere

Lonely in Ireland, since it was not home, Strangeness made sense. The salt rebuff of speech, Insisting so on difference, made me welcome: Once that was recognised, we were in touch. Their draughty streets, end-on to hills, the faint Archaic smell...

by Philip Larkin

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5 months ago
Gathering Wood

On short, still days At the shut of the year We search the pathways Where the coverts were. For kindling-wood we come, And make up bundles, Carrying them home Down long low tunnels. Soon air-frosts haze Snow-thickened shires; O short, still days...

by Philip Larkin

added by Robert_Haigh
5 months ago
The Gander

Be careful not to cross the gander, A bird composed of beak and dander. His heart is filled with prideful hate Of all the world except his mate, And if the neighbors do not err He's overfond of beating her. Is he happy? What's the use Of trying to...

by Ogden Nash

added by Robert_Haigh
5 months ago
A Lady Thinks She is Thirty

Unwillingly Miranda wakes, Feels the sun with terror, One unwilling step she takes, Shuddering to the mirror. Miranda in Miranda's sight Is old and gray and dirty; Twenty-nine she was last night; This morning she is thirty. Shining like the morn...

by Ogden Nash

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5 months ago
Always Marry an April Girl

Praise the spells and bless the charms, I found April in my arms April golden, April cloudy, Gracious, cruel, tender, rowdy; April soft in flowered langor, April cold with sudden anger, Ever changing, ever true — I love April, I love you.

by Ogden Nash

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5 months ago
To Failure

You do not come dramatically, with dragons That rear up with my life between their paws And dash me butchered down beside the wagons, The horses panicking; nor as a clause Clearly set out to warn what can be lost, What out-of-pocket charges must b...

by Philip Larkin

added by Robert_Haigh
5 months ago
A-Z of Good Thinking

A - Appreciate what you already have. B - Believe in yourself, or no-one else will. C - Consider all options, wherever possible. D - Don't be quick to judge. No-one is perfect. E - Eat healthily to promote holistic well-being. F - Family and frien...

by Robert Haigh

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5 months ago
the power of poets

the man on the veranda outside, giving coppers to the old tramp and feeling good isn't me. I am the veranda. I could have been the tramp or even the coppers. However I choose to be the veranda and it is my poem. Such is the power of poets.

by Roger McGough

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5 months ago
Teeth

English Teeth, English Teeth! Shining in the sun A part of British heritage Aye, each and every one. English Teeth, Happy Teeth! Always having fun Clamping down on bits of fish And sausages half done. English Teeth! HEROES' Teeth! Hear them click!...

by Spike Milligan

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5 months ago
Kyrie

There was a porter who had ideas high above his railway station always causing righteous indignation he wanted to be giant amongst men saviour come again to earth but his teachings only met with mirth one bright winters morn packed in his job be...

by Roger McGough

added by Robert_Haigh
5 months ago
Scintillate

I have outlived my youthfulness so a quiet life for me where once I used to scintillate now I sin till ten past three.

by Roger McGough

added by Robert_Haigh
5 months ago
Storm

They're at it again the wind and the rain It all started when the wind took the window by the collar and shook it with all its might Then the rain butted in What a din they'll be at it all night Serves them right if they go home in the morning and...

by Roger McGough

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5 months ago
Cousin Nell

Cousin Nell married a frogman in the hope that one day he would turn into a handsome prince. Instead he turned into a sewage pipe near Gravesend and was never seen again.

by Roger McGough

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5 months ago
Cousin Daisy

Cousin Daisy's favourite sport was standing on streetcorners. She contracted with ease a funny disease. Notwithstanding.

by Roger McGough

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5 months ago
One Perfect Summer's Day

One perfect summer's day I walked o'er field and country lane. The sights and sounds of nature in her glory filled me fain. Strolling through these environs would lighten any load, So on I went, till presently I found a winding road. It l...

by Robert Haigh

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5 months ago
The ABC

Twas midnight in the schoolroom And every desk was shut When suddenly from the alphabet Was heard a loud "Tut-Tut!" Said A to B, "I don't like C; His manners are a lack. For all I ever see of C Is a semi-circular back!" "...

by Spike Milligan

added by Robert_Haigh
5 months ago
Two Children

Two children (small), one Four, one Five, Once saw a bee go in a hive, They'd never seen a bee before! So waited there to see some more. And sure enough along they came A dozen bees (and all the same!) Within the hive they buzzed about; Then, one ...

by Spike Milligan

added by Robert_Haigh
5 months ago
The Lion

If you're attacked by a Lion Find fresh underpants to try on Lay on the ground quite still Pretend you are very ill Keep like that day after day Perhaps the lion will go away

by Spike Milligan

added by Robert_Haigh
5 months ago
Me

Born screaming small into this world- Living I am. Occupational therapy twixt birth and death- What was I before? What will I be next? What am I now? Cruel answer carried in the jesting mind of a careless God I will not bend and grovel When I die....

by Spike Milligan

added by Robert_Haigh
5 months ago
The Soldiers at Lauro

Young are our dead Like babies they lie The wombs they blest once Not healed dry And yet - too soon Into each space A cold earth falls On colder face. Quite still they lie These fresh-cut reeds Clutched in earth Like winter seeds But they will not...

by Spike Milligan

added by Robert_Haigh
5 months ago
Contagion

Elephants are contagious! Be careful how you tread. An Elephant that's been trodden on Should be confined to bed! Leopards are contagious too. Be careful tiny tots. They don't give you a temperature But lots and lots - of spots. The Herring is a...

by Spike Milligan

added by Robert_Haigh
5 months ago
Entropic Thoughts of You

I whispered our secrets to the north wind, Little knowing they would reach other ears. I dreamed we had an everlasting love, But those dreams turned out to be illusions. Opposites attract, but some opposites Are too polar to accommodate change. ...

by Robert Haigh

added by Robert_Haigh
5 months ago
Armchair Critic

He is an armchair critic Who likes to watch the news Staring at his old TV He mumbles as he views And when the politicians speak He almost blows a fuse! He disagrees with everything Or so it seems these days He doesn't like the news anchor Or hal...

by Robert Haigh

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5 months ago
Gone but not forgotten

Was it really that long ago? Where the years have flown heaven only knows We think about him often As the nights close in and the whisky flows O the wit of the man the yarns he could spin About Cambridge and MI5 Undercover at Greenham Common An...

by Roger McGough

added by Robert_Haigh
5 months ago
How Distant

How distant, the departure of young men Down valleys, or watching The green shore past the salt-white cordage Rising and falling, Cattlemen, or carpenters, or keen Simply to get away From married villages before morning, Melodeons play On tiny...

by Philip Larkin

added by Robert_Haigh
5 months ago
To write one song, I said

To write one song, I said, As sad as the sad wind That walks around my bed, Having one simple fall As a candle-flame swells, and is thinned, As a curtain stirs by the wall — For this I must visit the dead. Headstone and wet cross, Paths where the ...

by Philip Larkin

added by Robert_Haigh
5 months ago
A Tale of Two Mirrors

The mirror that hung in the hall Posed problems, for you and for me. Although it looked chic on the wall. On that point we both could agree. But you said, "This just will not do! I can't see my nose nor my mouth! I put this proposal to you: ...

by Robert Haigh

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5 months ago
Clockwork

the crow knows exactly where to sit on the yellow bench the wave exactly where to break the jaw that will not unclench is fastened perfectly to the writer's skull future generations come like clockwork under the damp cement arches to include ...

by Leonard Cohen

added by Robert_Haigh
5 months ago
Fly on the Wall

The pen picked a fight with the paper The four walls looked on in disdain The pen broke its nib in the caper But inflicted a horrible stain The pen lay there battered and broken The paper had two big black eyes No words were written or spoken Whi...

by Robert Haigh

added by Robert_Haigh
5 months ago
The Vision

Sitting alone, as one forsook, Close by a silver-shedding brook, With hands held up to Love, I wept And, after sorrows spent, I slept. Then, in a vision, I did see A glorious form appear to me: A virgin's face she had; her dress Was like a spritel...

by Robert Herrick

added by Robert_Haigh
5 months ago
poetry

it takes a lot of desperation dissatisfaction and disillusion to write a few good poems. it's not for everybody either to write it or even to read it.

by Charles Bukowski

added by Robert_Haigh
5 months ago
woman on the street

her shoes themselves would light my room like many candles. she walks like all things shining on glass, like all things that make a difference. she walks away.

by Charles Bukowski

added by Robert_Haigh
5 months ago
Q

I join the queue We move up nicely. I ask the lady in front What are queuing for. 'To join another queue,' She explains. 'How pointless,' I say, 'I'm leaving.' She points To another long queue. 'Then you must get in line.' I join the queue. We ...

by Roger McGough

added by Robert_Haigh
5 months ago
The Mower

The mower stalled, twice; kneeling, I found A hedgehog jammed up against the blades, Killed. It had been in the long grass. I had seen it before, and even fed it, once. Now I had mauled its unobtrusive world Unmendably. Burial was no help: Next...

by Philip Larkin

added by Robert_Haigh
5 months ago

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