Dennis Lambert Poems
A Romantic's Lament
As a ROMANTIC, ladies, I used to feel just swell,
But now, to tell the truth, I simply feel like hell.
Every line tried and true, she already seems to know,
And now I know, t’is open season on this Romeo!
When I say, “My lady, let me sweep you off your feet, ”
She coldly offers broom and pan and says, “JUST sweep! ”
When I say I’ll be your knight in shining armor,
She sneers, “Polish first these pots and pans, you silly charmer! ”
In the moonlight I appear beneath her balcony,
And I have with me my sweetly flowing poetry.
“For you, a rose, my ...
Prince Of The City
He was a prince of the city.
His smooth white Charger
Slid like quick silver
The length of Riverside Drive
Under bridges bedecked
With jewels of light,
Past risings of steel and stone
Holding yellow windows