For weeks and weeks I've viewed this site
Hoping that some day it might
Produce good verse instead of *****
But now I know this hope is vain
And I'll not pass this way again
and to my mind this site should be
Not 'Hello' but 'Crap' Poetry.
Dec 14, 2020
Dec 14, 2020 at 4:48 AM UTC
Old age comes not by itself
But brings more in its train,
There's loneliness and weariness
There's sadness and there's pain
But when I'm at the boarding gate
About to leave this world,
I'll look back at my blessings
Ere the banner of life is furled
And the greatest and the only one
Whose passing I shall rue,
The one that's ever in my heart
My Darling, that is You.
Aug 15, 2020
Aug 15, 2020 at 2:47 AM UTC
I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats o'er hills and vales.
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host of rugby fans from Wales,
Ejected from the pubs and bars,
Singing and shouting 'neath the stars.
Less gracious than a herd of swine
Like drunken fish they swam
And stretched in one unending line
Along the streets of Twickenham.
A thousand saw I at a glance
All staggering in tipsy dance
The ones beside them laughed to see
Such comical display
A poet in such company
Could not be else but gay
I laughed and laughed but never thought
What lasting joy this show had brought.
For oft when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the joy of solitude
And then my laughter comes in gales
At those crazed rugby fans from Wales.
Gareth David
May 3, 2020
May 3, 2020 at 7:03 PM UTC