Denys E. W. Jones Poems

I planted a rose on a dungheap.
I felled a yew tree in the wood.
I buried a cat in a shoebox,
And bartered a pint of my blood.
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Walking in a farmyard
A day or two ago,
I saw a free-range chicken
Running to and fro’.
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To earth I don’t wish to return.
I would prefer in fire to burn.
To blaze, and vanish into air –
Air rarefied and thin.
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What am I that has not been?
What do I see that’s not been seen?

What do I think that’s not been thought?
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These are the sounds that Wordsworth heard -
The rush of the wind, the song of the bird.

These are the sights that Coleridge knew -
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Three women form the subject of these lines.
The first’s the one that got away.
She reigns in the past.
The second I’m not like to ever see.
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If young stayed ever young, did not grow old,
If lead were never taken to be gold,
If roses never sickened,
If Love did not die,
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Sooner or later the conflict will end,
Ukraine will join the EU.
Some sort of Marshall Plan will emerge
To build this wrecked country anew.
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We split the atom, we flew to the moon,
We thought we were great, but we spoke too soon.

A virus came out of a far-off land,
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Oh, I'm a randy Tomcat,
I wanna sow my seed.
I'm seeking female company,
To satisfy my needs.
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