Tag Archives: Poetry
Mirror, Mirror
I am travelling in Europe – somewhere in the east of Belgium at present. As I’ve been on planes, trains and in automobiles, I haven’t had time to post about … Continue reading
Sunday silliness
Said Hamlet to Ophelia, I’ll draw a sketch of thee, What kind of pencil shall I use? 2B or not 2B? Spike Milligan
I must go down to the sea again
In the mood for some classic poerty? Me neither. Instead, here’s a little verse that will hopefully make you laugh … I Must Go Down To The Sea Again I … Continue reading
Dharma
Ever since I first read the poem To My Favorite 17-Year-Old High School Girl by Billy Collins I have enjoyed his poetry. I guess it’s because it’s so real. And its … Continue reading
“To The Moon” by a famous man’s chambermaid
o Moon! when I look on your beautiful face Careering along through the darkness of space, The thought has quite frequently come to my mind If ever I’ll gaze on … Continue reading
I was just …
Disclaimer: Don’t worry, my niece (featured) was not involved in a literal interpretation of this poem, although she might be quite capable of it. Photos are for illustration purposes only. … Continue reading
Poetry the way it’s meant to be
I don’t remember where I developed a love of English. Perhaps it was at high school from teachers like David Wylde, Rob Rademeyer and the late Laetitia Lynch, perhaps from … Continue reading
To My Favorite 17-Year-Old High School Girl by Billy Collins
I admit that I had never heard of Billy Collins, until I clicked on a link to his TED talk, which had been posted on a friend’s Facebook wall. Right … Continue reading
