"rigg" poems
My house Wren shuddered
as the feast of St Stephen
passed by,
when I dreamt I sought Diana Rigg.
How I love Greek sounding names
But Ancient slaves
were never Di Vinci,
sometimes leaden smiles
lacks vocation
but will ring fence the loneliness.
Oct 15, 2012
Oct 15, 2012 at 6:54 PM UTC
For men of a certain age,
who recall when Emma Peel
was all the rage.
No one can ever take her place;
those dangerous curves, her beautiful face.
Who could forget
the scent of her perfume and leather?
Sep 10, 2020
Sep 10, 2020 at 12:13 PM UTC
This
Christmas
is going to be different
there is a strange
at
most
fear
Do not let it bother you
rigg
that
beautiful
tree
with
trimmings laughter
and
lights
hug the family
realize the real gift
make a toast
Do it in the spirit
of the holy ghost
🙏♥️🌲
Dec 17, 2020
Dec 17, 2020 at 10:51 AM UTC