Short Oxford Poems

After decades of research,

On bathroom,

Oxford found,

Washroom!...

Read More

In Oxford and Cambridge, they can get jolly batey
‘cos they don’t speak proper wot like I do matey...

Read More

A gardener's son was Richard Corbet
to verse he did his wit set
Though later a Bishop of Oxford
perhaps with poetics he became bored...

Read More

William Strode loved to recite aloud
a public orator so proud
Chaplain to the Bishop of Oxford
perhaps he read his poetics to his 'Lord'...

Read More

From Stratford was William Shakespeare
an actor not playwright ,we now hear
instead some suggest instead,Edward of Oxford
as his anonymous words strike a chord....

Read More

Give it up, give it up everybody
for OXFORD SUITES
12226 N. Jantzen Dr.
Portland OR 97217
(503) 283-3030 Reservations 1-800-548-7848
www.oxfordsuites.com
on pen...

Read More

Biking through Salt Lake City
Homes of well knit, croquet stature
With Oxford fountains flowing
Forcibly pin my eye
I pedal a block to see streets missing teeth
Bank signs, chipped paint and amazon lawns...

Read More

I’m happy to see you 

Where have you been?
Amazing work, you’re doing brilliant 
Not so fast, could I ask a favour?
Treasure is what you are 

Oxford? You’ll have to get As
Unemployment isn’t an option
Time to get up...

Read More

Without a standard argument
What are  we ?
To juggle truth from lies
Remember your smooth sojourn
to Bath

The needless woe
of incensed rage
trumble the Lilies
cheer the Oxford boaters
oh to be English
while the guest speaker speaks...

Read More

Oscar chomped chocolate
Oreos and candy
Opera cake and buns
Oxford blue and oysters
Oblivious that his
Obsession with food risks
Obesity for life


Pleiades O Poetry Contest

Sponsored by Kim Merryman

6 per line checked with HMS

05/03/21...

Read More

The Buddhists say: "If you used a raft to cross the river, there is no need to drag it along further". Oh, my good old dictionary! You're my raft in the great water of English language. Alas, we'll always be together.

I'm through half my life 
but I've not reached the middle 
of the river yet...

Read More

Below the ground is the devil
Who just wouldn't stay on the level
    All he created was strife
    Then he met up with the wife
I now call them Evil Connivelled



Before I get approached by the Oxford Dictionary police.
Connivelled is not a word.







http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/humour-4.php...

Read More

Oxfords alteSchleusen
Das Gurgeln des Wassers am Abend
Sonst nur noch Stille

------------------------------------------

Old locks of Oxford
Gurgling of water at sundown
Otherwise only silence

------------------------------------------

Presas antiguas de Oxford
El gorgoteo del agua en la noche 
Por lo demás sólo silencio...

Read More

Faking a heart attack
last July
was an event.
Even the feds were
marshaled for action.
Cow bells.
Whose got cowbells?

Words can’t harm you.
I’m restless.
Turn on the channel;
click on Oxford.
Turn up the volume;
Let’s play baseball.

About.
About what?
There’s a thriller.
Toot your horn.
Bring the station wagon
	around front.
Business as usual....

Read More

BRRR - Rhyme

B
Radiant sunlight shines through twinkling new snowflakes
Rainbows of ice peek out in a rhapsody of reflections
Ripples of color reborn now rejoice like crystal keepsakes

11-10-20
Contest: Kim’s Acrostic Play
Sponsor: Kim Rodrigues

Collins Dictionary, Oxford Dictionary and Your Dictionary.com all list “Brrr” as a word accompanied by a definition....

Read More

PEDANTIC? – WHO ME?

You say that I’m pedantic
But that’s not precisely true.
Pedantic is not the right word,
As I’ll explain to you.

I’ve checked the Oxford Dictionary,
Which I know you’ll find insidious.
But really dear you ought to know,
The word you want is ’fastidious’

24th April 2023
Character Traits poetry contest
Sponsor - Angela Tune...

Read More

He
travelled
far and wide,
studied Arabic :
A famous orientalist :
An Oxford scholar and doctor of Divinity.

Here
was
a man,
the Rector
of Childrey parish,
the Reverend Edward Pococke.

He
planted
in the year
sixteen forty two,
a cedar of Lebanon seed.

Now
the
oldest
cedar tree
in this pleasant land
still grows in the Old Rectory
in the delightful village of Childrey, Oxfordshire....

Read More

The spires watch nightmares planned below, for citizenry
Who should have no foe.' From within its boundry's
They're to be fools on show, the first of April, auspisces
Known.' The donkeys are leading all reason has flown.'
Six the number..' of zones in plan? to destroy cohesion
Do we give a damn.? In academia many need real learning'
We experience much deluge, and yet there's lots of chat; that 
The planet; is burning.?
...

Read More

Introspective, and charmingly coy,
her shyness enchanted my heart;
she wandered along in her own private world
quite unwilling to ration a part 

of her intricate mind full of poems
and novels abstruse and arcane, 
they would challenge a D.Phil from Oxford
their mangled motifs to explain. 

Then I discovered her Achilles heel,
the way to steal one little kiss;
it was Rilke, he was the key to her soul,
'rigor mortis' to absolute bliss!...

Read More

St Paul’s gazes out over the modernising City
Fearful of the vicious Shard
The Abbey and Houses of Parliament
Keep Westminster alive
But now under the gaze of a watchful Eye
The hustle of the restless Oxford Street
Is matched by the bustle of Soho
The British Museum still reigns supreme in Bloomsbury
Despite constant tourist invasion
On the river the Cutty Sark is rehabilitated
Tower Bridge still opens
The Boat Race can be seen every year and Cambridge can win...

Read More

He had a duffel coat once,
so did she. They must have looked
well-matched
walking in Regents Park
that Autumn.

In time
the coat shop on Oxford Street
died of old age.
Duffel went out of style.

They wore them still.
One day
her duffel was neatly folded,
into a labeled, cardboard box.

His coat developed Alzheimer’s
in a tumble-down closet.

When they unhooked from each other,
he packed only empty pockets,
and a small bundled
of toggles and loops.


...

Read More

For Langston Hughes

What sends them Harvard poets
I just couldn't do it, Sir: 
What sends them Harvard poets
I just couldn't do it, Sir:
They'll never give me a Pulitzer.

What tickles them Yale poets
Just leaves me sad an' a grievin':
What tickles them Yale poets
Leaves me sad an' a grievin':
Never seen no Birch trees 
On a snowy evenin'.

Then Oxford poets got they poems
An' I gots mine...
So I'll be movin' on, Langston
Movin' down the line....


Michael Ellis...

Read More