Oscula Non Verba (By H. Morgan Pow) Poem by Andrew Wright

Oscula Non Verba (By H. Morgan Pow)



To osculate is wonderful, Sweet Miss,
One kiss;
What joy;
Sweet bliss,
A common toy,
In Life but yet a boy,
Will sell his heart for this,
What's that! I'm wasting time,
The key to love which knights and knaves employ,
Then hold me close and test my rhyme.

Sunday, July 23, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: love,war memories
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
Andrew Wright was a Prisoner of War, captured at Dunkirk. This poem is taken from a notebook he kept while in the POW camps. It is difficult to believe that the writers of all of these poems were men who had in the main left school at the age of 14. Where he attributes the poem to an individual I have included that attribution. Andrew Wright died in 1987. These poems were uploaded by his son.
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