Stug Jordan

Rookie (18-8-81 / Norfolk, UK)

Stug Jordan Poems

1. The King’s Physician 3/15/2007
2. The White-Armed Statuette 3/15/2007
3. Three 3/15/2007
4. Beds 3/15/2007
5. Eye 3/15/2007
6. Conquistador 3/16/2007
7. The Snow And The Coal 3/21/2007
8. Lately 3/21/2007
9. Mornun’ Mawther 3/21/2007
10. Slumbers 4/10/2007
11. The Old Ploughman 4/13/2007
12. Old Man 5/11/2007
13. Apple 7/3/2007
14. Country Poem With Boy 4/19/2007
15. And They Called Her Ophelia 3/15/2007
16. Man Danced 3/15/2007
17. Prelude 4/13/2007
18. Sweep Spring 3/29/2007
19. Lineage 4/18/2007
20. Gotti And Letti 4/19/2007
21. Blossom 3/15/2007
22. The Beginning 3/15/2007
23. Doctrine 3/21/2007
24. Appointment 3/21/2007
25. Bird Fraught 3/21/2007
26. Bug Poem 8/1/2007
27. Beauty In A Dark Glass 7/3/2007
28. Elegy In Silence 4/27/2007
29. The Path Knew Before The Footstep 4/17/2007
30. I Am Not A Poet 4/10/2007
31. Hospital Song 3/30/2007
32. Revival 4/1/2007
33. Mr. & Mrs. 3/30/2007
34. The Old Scarecrow 4/13/2007
35. And Adam Said 3/15/2007
36. Admiring Death From Afar 4/25/2007
37. Alpha Male 4/29/2007
38. Back Of The Hunched Black House 4/1/2007
39. August Night 4/13/2007
40. As We Slept 4/27/2007
Best Poem of Stug Jordan

At Loose

When can we be lazy?
like two dogs, with eyes half open;
stretching our legs through the grass,
laying; getting almost nothing done.

We can stab through leaves
with our long legs, noses in the bush;
as happy as a pair of ponies,
released like birds into a muddy field.

Should we complicate the sounds
of the farm with our voices?
like two old cockerels, throwing up songs;
as free as if our wings could fly all day.

Where shall we sleep tonight?
huddled together like mice in a hole;
unobserved by the curious winds
that rattle above ...

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The King’s Physician

The king’s physician
knew his patient well,

and on the bed,
inflated little effigy laid
king George,

no regalia,
no kingdom but his bed,

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