Swains Poems

There was once an old spinster named Ruth

    Who was renowned for stretching the truth

       "Tho' many young swains wooed me,

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Fate Of Mankind...

(this prognosticator ordains,
which if came to pass no brains)
necessary to impress any 
goo goo dolls, nor swains!)

Cited in crosshairs of  thermonuclear warfare
quite an about face from bursts of creativity,
yet omnipresent palpable threat everywhere
unlike sangfroid hermitage within Abbey...Read More

The Lay of Sir Donald

(Or: Le Chanson de Donald)

An orange man – of red and trailing tie,
Small hands, and copious twitter-feed – sing I!
Most staunch ’gainst Saracen and Mede is he,
Bare-armed and ruddy-necked his followers be.
Brightly he barteth, and knows...Read More

Who is Tokollo ?
what is he ?

That all our swains commend him ?
holy,smart and ravishing is he;
the heaven such grace did lend him,
that he might be admired be.

Is he fair as he is holy ?
for beauty lives with holiness;
love doth...Read More

In November when frost was on the punkin and corn was stacked in shocks,
And the snows began to fall and geese flew southward in V-shaped flocks,
'Twas time to gather in the corn for a huskin' bee on the old barn...Read More

Guess which star I am looking at and there let 
your gaze and mind dwell,
So if our bodies cannot lie together at least our 
minds will!
For sweetly as the flesh of swains and maids
repose in a common embrace,
Just so do...Read More

"Steamboat is a-comin' 'round the bend!"
My! Oh my! The wonders it might portend,
As it stopped by sleepy towns along the Missisip',
Dodgin' stumps and wayward rafts on its monthly New Awlins trip!

Its arrival was heralded by the town drunk who had...Read More

THE SWAINS

Under cumulus clouds, grew cauliflowers.
He planted them with love because I adorn them when they were harvested to the table of healthy man, my husband; sons; and brothers.
All were vegetable farmers of California.
We woman loved cooking for them.
They say...Read More

Unbearable beauty in brown
Was Lily the toast of the town.
She had such a fine air
With her brown auburn hair
As she danced in brown velvet gown.

The swains were swooning for her.
A few fisticuffs did occur.
But Lil had her brown eye
Upon one...Read More

Tired going here and there,
Tired of being aware!
Sick of building useless hopes,
Sick of being on unstable slopes!
Vexed facing disappointment,
Vexed keeping perseverant!
Done carrying on,
Done being cheated on!
Special thanks to all my swains;
Those who cured, or racked my strain,
A new stage has...Read More

 
                WORLD BORE ONE

I don’t know very much at all
But I know oak trees grow strong and tall
I don’t know why I sometimes stumble...Read More

Walk side with me to a valley,
And we shall be yonder pleasures of heavens light,
Of whose firmament, hills, groves, shining woods presume wonder.
And we will weight off our feet upon the hills,
Seeing swains tends to their torn flocks,
Quails harping to...Read More

I have in my possession an object I really prize.
It belonged to two guys whom I really idolize.
'Twas a necessary device when straight razors were the fad.
'Tis the leather razor strop used by my Grandpa and Dad.

Its precise genesis is...Read More

MONDAY’S GIRL

Monday’s girl
Blessed with beauty’s kiss
So fair of face
Do swains’ heartbeats miss?
As suitors court 
For her hand in wedded bliss

TUESDAY’S GIRL

Tuesday’s girl
Gracefully elegant
Slender and lithe
In form and movement
Struts the catwalk
For an outrageous payment

WEDNESDAY’S GIRL

Wednesday’s girl
So full of woe
How does fickle...Read More

Come live with me and be my love,
And gardening pleasures I shall prove.
We'll watch the farmer in his fields
And envy him his golden yields.

I'll let you sift out all the rocks
And shoo invading blackbird flocks
Who steal the seed where e'er...Read More

‘Cause, Priests and Prophets Must Pray for The Reign…
and for Pre and Post-Op-Apocalyptic–Novocain ! …

Yet… It Doesn’t Matter, What Distress to You
 On the Planet, however Polluted or Profane
It Doesn’t Matter, What Distress to You
 Wherever the Delusional -Dimensional Plane
It...Read More

Come live with me and be my love,
And we will all the pleasures prove,
That valleys, groves, hills and fields,
Woods or steepy mountains yields.

And we will sit upon the rocks,
Seeing the shepherds feed their flocks
By shallow rivers, to whose falls
Melodious birds...Read More