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
Tommy

I went into a public–'ouse to get a pint o' beer,
The publican 'e up an' sez, "We serve no red–coats here."
The girls be'ind the bar they laughed an' giggled fit to die,
I outs into the street again an' to myself sez I:
O it's Tommy this, an' Tommy that, an' "Tommy, go away";
But it's "Thank you, Mister Atkins", when the band begins to play,
The band begins to play, my boys, the band begins to play,
O it's "Thank you, Mister Atkins", when the band begins to play.

I went into a theatre as sober as could be,
They gave a drunk civilian room, but 'adn't none for me;
They sent me to the gallery or round the music–'alls,
But when it comes to fightin', Lord! they'll shove me in the stalls!
For it's Tommy this, an' Tommy that, an' "Tommy, wait outside";
But it's "Special train for Atkins" when the trooper's on the tide,
The troopship's on the tide, my boys, the troopship's on the tide,
O it's "Special train for Atkins" when the trooper's on the tide.

Yes, makin' mock o' uniforms that guard you while you sleep
Is cheaper than them uniforms, an' they're starvation cheap;
An' hustlin' drunken soldiers when they're goin' large a bit
Is five times better business than paradin' in full kit.
Then it's Tommy this, an' Tommy that, an' "Tommy, 'ow's yer soul?"
But it's "Thin red line of 'eroes" when the drums begin to roll,
The drums begin to roll, my boys, the drums begin to roll,
O it's "Thin red line of 'eroes" when the drums begin to roll.

We aren't no thin red 'eroes, nor we aren't no blackguards too,
But single men in barricks, most remarkable like you;
An' if sometimes our conduck isn't all your fancy paints,
Why, single men in barricks don't grow into plaster saints;
While it's Tommy this, an' Tommy that, an' "Tommy, fall be'ind",
But it's "Please to walk in front, sir", when there's trouble in the wind,
There's trouble in the wind, my boys, there's trouble in the wind,
O it's "Please to walk in front, sir", when there's trouble in the wind.

You talk o' better food for us, an' schools, an' fires, an' all:
We'll wait for extry rations if you treat us rational.
Don't mess about the cook–room slops, but prove it to our face
The Widow's Uniform is not the soldier–man's disgrace.
For it's Tommy this, an' Tommy that, an' "Chuck him out, the brute!"
But it's "Saviour of 'is country" when the guns begin to shoot;
An' it's Tommy this, an' Tommy that, an' anything you please;
An' Tommy ain't a bloomin' fool — you bet that Tommy sees!

--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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