This is an eclectic tapestry of prose, poetry, and doggrel that I have composed over the years. Some is serious; a lot of it is merely word play; different styles of writing using word imagery. Anything that I had on my hard drive and couldn't find any other use for was fair game for this page, so don't get your hopes up.

I have recently placed some poetry by other authors up as well, for you, gentle reader, to purvey; the links on the top are things I've written, the links on the bottom are by authors with a little more renown.
Enjoy.

My Words
These are some of my words; they are personal, they do have meaning. Not wanting them to go unseen and unremembered, they are being shared, gentle reader, with you.

hazy light
cold
whistle
looking glass
Clouds
Simple

Strange Wanderings
Haiku
Doggrel
Poetry

Words of others

Rudyard Kipling
Mandalay

By the old Moulmein Pagoda, lookin' lazy at the sea,
There's a Burma girl a-settin', and I know she thinks o' me;
For the wind is in the palm-trees, and the temple-bells they say;
"Come you back, you British Soldier; come you back to Mandalay!"
Come you back to Mandalay,
Where the old Flotilla lay;
Can't you 'ear their paddles clunkin' from Rangoon to Mandalay?
On the road to Mandalay,
Where the flyin'-fishes play,
An' the dawn comes up like thunder outer China 'crost the Bay!

'Er petticoat was yaller an' 'er little cap was green,
An' 'er name was Supi-Yaw-Lat jes' the same as Theebaw's Queen,
An' I seed her first a-smokin' of a whackin' white cheroot,
An' wastin' Christian kisses on an 'eathen idol's foot:
Bloomin' idol made o' mud-
Wot they called the Great Gawd Budd-
Plucky lot she cared for idols when I kissed 'er where she stud!
On the road to Mandalay …

When the mist was on the rice-fields an' the sun was droppin' slow,
She'd git 'er little banjo an' she'd sing "Kulla-la-lo!"
With 'er arm upon my shoulder an' 'er cheek again my cheek
We useter watch the steamers an' the hathis pilin' teak.
Elephants a-piling teak
In the sludgy, squdgy creek,
Where the silence 'ung that 'eavy you was 'arf afraid to speak!
On the road to Mandalay …
But that's all shove be'ind me - long ago and fur away,
An' there ain't no 'buses runnin' from the Bank to Mandalay;
An' I'm learnin' 'ere in London what the ten-year soldier tells:
"If you've 'eard the East a-callin', you won't never 'eed naught else."
No! you won't 'eed nothin' else
But them spicy garlic smells,
An' the sunshine an' the palm-trees an' the tinkly temple-bells;
On the road to Mandalay …

I am sick 'o wastin' leather on these gritty pavin'-stones,
An' the blasted English drizzle wakes the fever in my bones;
Tho' I walks with fifty 'ousemaids outer Chelsea to the Strand,
An' they talks a lot o' lovin', but wot do they understand?
Beefy face an' grubby 'and-
Law! wot do they understand?
I've a neater, sweeter maiden in a cleaner, greener land!
On the road to Mandalay …

Ship me somewheres east of Suez, where the best is like the worst,
Where there ain't no Ten Commandments an' a man can raise a thirst;
For the temple-bells are callin', and it's there that I would be-
By the old Moulmein Pagoda, looking lazy at the sea;
On the road to Mandalay,
Where the old Flotilla lay,
With our sick beneath the awnings when we went to Mandalay!
O the road to Mandalay,
Where the flyin'-fishes play,
An' the dawn comes up like thunder outer China 'crost the Bay!

--Rudyard Kipling
E.E. Cummings - pity this busy monster manunkind

Thomas Hardy - Hap, I look into My Glass, and A Broken Appointment

Percy Bysshe Shelley - Ozymandias

T.S. Elliot - The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock

Rudyard Kipling - If
Rudyard Kipling - The Last of the Light Brigade
Rudyard Kipling - Mandalay
Rudyard Kipling - Recessional
Rudyard Kipling - Tommy

William Carlos Williams - THIS IS JUST TO SAY
Kenneth Koch - Variations on a Theme by Wiliam Carlos Williams

William Butler Yeats - Sailing to Byzantium
William Butler Yeats - On a Picture of a Black Centaur by Edmund Dulac
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