Dennis Lambert Poems
|42.||I Sit On A Log (Tanka)||4/8/2005|
|43.||This House Is Empty (Tanka)||4/8/2005|
|44.||Her Tongue Was So Sharp (Tanka)||4/8/2005|
|45.||The Pond At Midnight||1/11/2005|
|47.||There Was An Old Man In His Eighties (Limerick)||4/8/2005|
|48.||There Once Was A Man Named Muldoon (Limerick)||4/8/2005|
|49.||There Was A Stud (Adult Limerick)||4/8/2005|
|50.||How To Love A Squirrel||1/11/2005|
|51.||I Want To Be In Love Again||1/8/2005|
|56.||Third World Girl||1/8/2005|
|60.||Portrait Of Father Vichenchos||1/8/2005|
|62.||A Romantic's Lament||1/8/2005|
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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 ...
Where is the land i knew so well-
The rolling hills of green?
'Twas it but a memory,
A quickly fading dream.
The waves kissed a rocky shore,
The gulls cried and swirled above,
And I could not have wanted more,
Than to be with my bonnie love.