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... – by Robert Haigh | 69 Views added 4 years ago
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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... – by Robert Haigh | 113 Views added 4 years ago
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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... – by Robert Haigh | 70 Views added 4 years ago
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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... – by Robert Haigh | 47 Views added 4 years ago
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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... – by Robert Haigh | 60 Views added 4 years ago
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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... – by Robert Haigh | 51 Views added 4 years ago
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Your eyes
are bluer than the skies
of summer. They shine more brightly
than heavenly stars that sparkle... – by Robert Haigh | 73 Views added 4 years ago
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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... – by Robert Haigh | 46 Views added 4 years ago
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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 book,... – by Robert Haigh | 70 Views added 4 years ago
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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... – by Robert Haigh | 157 Views added 4 years ago
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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,... – by Robert Haigh | 47 Views added 4 years ago
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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... – by Robert Haigh | 91 Views added 4 years ago
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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... – by Robert Haigh | 137 Views added 4 years ago
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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... – by Robert Haigh | 114 Views added 4 years ago
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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... – by Robert Haigh | 67 Views added 4 years ago
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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 inventing... – by Roger McGough | 2,215 Views added 4 years ago
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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... – by Spike Milligan | 66 Views added 4 years ago
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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... – by Spike Milligan | 105 Views added 4 years ago
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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... – by Ogden Nash | 243 Views added 4 years ago
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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... – by Ogden Nash | 302 Views added 4 years ago
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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... – by Ogden Nash | 143 Views added 4 years ago
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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... – by Robert Haigh | 52 Views added 4 years ago
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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... – by Robert Haigh | 97 Views added 4 years ago
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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... – by Robert Haigh | 47 Views added 4 years ago
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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... – by Robert Haigh | 42 Views added 4 years ago
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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... – by Robert Haigh | 46 Views added 4 years ago
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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... – by Philip Larkin | 3,119 Views added 4 years ago
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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... – by Charles Bukowski | 161 Views added 4 years ago
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The people who live
On the Oojah-ka-Piv
Stand around in bundles of... – by Spike Milligan | 46 Views added 4 years ago
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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 heart... – by Spike Milligan | 59 Views added 4 years ago
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