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CLERIHEW lawrence

Poet David Lawrence
'Chatterleys Lover' once caused offence
Known best as a novelist
his poetry should not be dismissed

Clerihew Lawrence

David Herbrt Lawrence
novelist poet sans pretence
Multi talebted &prolific
lasting legacy in th erotic

How Dad Learned To Play

Dad was a great piano player
Grandpa Luther was a great man
He burned his wife’s Bible 
In 1942, when Colorado farmers
Decided all Germans and Japanese
Threatened them
My grandmother 
Got another Bible 
English version 
She didn’t have to hide
Governor Ralph Lawrence Carr
Was a great man, too
The only one who stood for
The rights of Japanese
–Americans– just like he
Said, “if you harm them
You must harm me.”
Thanks to Governor Ralph
Ito
My grandpa’s neighbor 
Remained free 
When his haystack was burned
He would not accept charity
So grandpa accepted his trade
Ito’s piano for grandpa’s hay
And that's how Dad
Learned to play

Lawrence a Finale

Lawrence of Neasden,
Man of action in the past,
Reflected with dismay
How life had moved so fast.
So many years gone now
Since they’d gone to war
And Lawrence no longer
Rode his camel anymore.

It’s ashes rested in an urn
On the mantle shelf
Alongside its photo and
Those of Lawrence himself,
All dressed in style 
In their combat gear
With others of the Corps
All paraded in the rear.

Sometimes it brought
Many tears to his eye
When he recalled
Their last fond goodbye
Before they’d all dispersed 
Their duties well done
Secure in the knowledge of
A fine victory won. 

There’s an empty space now
There in Lawrence’s carport
Where in the state of emergency
All the troops would report.
He can hear the harness jingle,
Hears those throaty roars,
Where in his mind Lawrence 
Rides his camel once more.

Through the streets of Neasden. 
If the breeze is just right,
Sometimes there’s a little jingle
In the stillness of the night 
Is it the shade of Lawrence
Loyal to the very end
One last phantom patrol
Atop his faithful camel friend.

Lawrence Part the Third, On Parade

The jungle drums have throbbed in Neasden
The message has swiftly spread about
So if you’re travelling around the area
Its suggested you carefully watch out
For the call has been answered
The length and breadth of our fair land
Certain heroes not been found reticent
Back here at the nation’s command
It started with just our Lawrence
But his example aroused so many more
Now in the back streets of Neasden
Camps our own elite camel corps
The camel’s throaty braying
Out sounds morning cocks
And the borough has no need now
For any morning alarm clocks
They are dedicated veterans
Fierce warriors to a man
All there craving for action
Since this campaign began
It’s a sight of heart stopping beauty
A hundred and thirty camels smart and neat
All drawn up in parade order
Down the whole length of our street
The nation owes it all to Lawrence
Who without any idle flaunting
Knew just where his duty lay
And was not found wanting
The jungle drums have throbbed in Neasden
The message has swiftly spread about
So if you’re travelling around the area
Its suggested you carefully watch out

Lawrence, Part the Second, On Alert

He’s been listening to the news,
All up to date about I-raq,
His kit has been laid out
Sorted and ready to pack.
The camel’s on combat rations
So its mood is just a little mean
But it’s a trim and fit and ready
Desert transport machine.
He sleeps out in the garden
In an army surplus tent
It may be second hand but
Its money so well spent.
It’s all in cam colours 
Insipid and quite bland
So to fit in with the others
In the hot desert sand.
He’s informed Buck Palace
And Tonee the Vee Pee,
He’s planned for the occasion 
And kept some holidays free.
Once the summons comes
That very same day
Lawrence of Neasden
Can be off on his way,
To fight for Queen and Country,
Old Tonee and Georgie Bush,
He knows he’s not heard back yet,
His offer’s been kept very hush,
But come the day 
Come the need
Lawrence and his camel
Will carry out the deed,
And lo and behold 
It shall come to pass
Lawrence and his Camel
Will help save ol' Tonee's ass.

To be continued
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Lawrence, a Modern Saga, Part the First

They called him Lawrence of Neasden
And he dressed in Khaki shorts
And he always rode a camel 
Which he kept in his car port
Oblivious to the glances 
Of the people passing by
He solemnly rode his mount
And he always wore a tie
He knew he had a mission
Was ready for the call
Though quite what it was
He’d really no idea at all
So he kept himself in condition
Led a blameless model life
Denied himself the joys 
Of a family and a wife
When the human race required it
He was primed and ready to serve
You could see in his steely glance
He was a man of drive and nerve
And the people could sleep soundly
Even though they didn’t really know
Come hell or high water
Lawrence was ready to go

The Lawrence Family Union

The L. means Long Lasting Love
The A. means Always
The W. means Wisdom
The R. means He is Risen
The E. means Eternal 
The N means Now
The C. means Christ
The E. means Everlasting

Clerihew Lawrence

Sir Thomas  Lawrence grew up in a pub
prolific paintings meant he never needed a sub
Favourite of the English ruling class
but a legendary repute never came to pass

Ride Susan Ride

Susan Lawrence saddled her horse
(a Pegasus who flew off course)
The stars and the moon
Lit up the lagoon
Reflecting a greater life force

Clerihew Lawrence

To Atlanta's Jacob Lawrence
understatement made artistic sense
Sixty small paintings his usp
'Migration' *series for all to see

*https://lawrencemigration.phillipscollection.org/the-migration-series

Susan Lawrence

‘Sweat of life’; opening words of candour
Ushering a magic show to follow
She burst forth in delight, of love fervour
Adoring oneness, within heart mellow
Name of the poem, ‘elevating heart’
Laying low, she has posted six so far
‘And cupping my heart gently’ Gods love starts
We behold her divine play from afar
Resonation with euphoria clear
Enlivened by the throb of bliss within
Nectar elixirous open hearts spears
Canvas then coloured by love rendition
Entrée of poet, bright with elation

06-January-2021

Acrostic syllabic rhyme 
written for ‘capture the essence’ poetry contest
sponsored by Margarita Lillico

Lawrence

not taking
place or space
in Arabia

but a
sound
stage

no camel
needed but
an accordion 

for sure and
always a
bubble

machine

An English Man of Arabia

An English man proved salvation's worth, 
even in desert's unforgiving scald. 
In life 'nothing is written' in the Earth,  
Lawrence of Arabia he was called.

He rode alone to rescue a stranger, 
from scorching devil's anvil sun-scoured sand.
Judged and shot the same man plucked from danger, 
now killed to stave off tribal blood feud band.

Do not wish to walk in another's shoes,
for you never know just where they have been.
Content with what you have, yet still could lose, 
and glad unwanted fates remain unseen.

An English man proved salvation's worth, 
even in desert's unforgiving scald.

Lawrence of Arabia

Lawrence of Arabia
Was lost in Besserabia
   With no camel's hump
   ~ He was stumped

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