A CLEAR TEAR
The day's-eye daisy
has opened up.
The clear-dawn-dew
in her eye's cup
is so like a tear...
so like a teardrop.
A BEAUTIFUL BEYOND
The girl sits by the golden flowers
and builds ivory towers,
while kites with their streamers
fly in the sun
and the children run.
She's one of the beautiful dreamers.
The man lies back in his boat,
watches the white clouds float
like smoke from old paddle-steamers,
drifts free from the fast pace
of the whole human race.
He's one of the beautiful dreamers.
The children are running
and yet still sunning
are the two dreamers.
In shadow the children run
as their kites block out the very sun
like the world beyond the two dreamers.
KATE THE KITE
"Kate is a kite,
light-headed, light, light..."
all the kids go sing
to the poor dizzy-thing.
She isn't too bright,
ribbon hung like string.
Did you hear her say
"Please God fly me away" ?
IT'S-A-GREY-SPLATTER-
MATTER
Living in a tenement on high,
thought he'd leap aboard the next cloud,
the guy,
and sail far, far away,
from the city he found grey.
But he missed the next cloud,
only to lie very much splattered.
Find that was the end of that.
To so few folk it mattered.
A BEEPING BARRACKS PARSON
Beep beep beep, beep beep beep,
"The road here is blocked by sheep !"
cried out the man sat in the jeep.
He was a Yorkshire army-parson,
The Lord his shepherd, but - by gum -
the man was sure heard to swear some.
Being one of his Lord's sheep,
shouldn't he 'baa' and not 'beep' ?!
A-FORECASTING-FEMALE-IN-
FREEZING-COLD-WINTERTIME
A spellbinder is she,
a caster of dreamy spells
amongst the fairy glens,
amongst the fairy dells.
A white witch of winter
who sees and foretells,
just like a mystic-gypsy,
of heavens and hells.
And what shall we find
by springtime and bluebells ?
Not to know the future
has often served us well.
SO-LATE FIRST-AND-FINAL DATE
The rose I gave her withered,
the soft chocolates in their box
the girl was to leave uneaten.
They turned as hard as rocks.
These happened within an hour
of our first, our only date.
The evening was still so young,
but find it sure felt very-late.
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