Glenn Bagshaw Poems
|161.||On Turning Twenty-One||10/30/2005|
|162.||Lullaby Of A Tired Mother||8/19/2005|
|163.||A Mob Of Yesterdays||10/19/2005|
|164.||She Remembers Him||10/22/2005|
|165.||The No-Light In The Head||10/6/2005|
|166.||Allan Tate At Christmas||10/16/2005|
|167.||Dancing With Words||8/17/2005|
|170.||Afternoon In Summer||10/28/2005|
|171.||Famous Lines From Love Poems Made Into Couplets...||8/8/2007|
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Famous Lines From Love Poems Made Into Couplets...
Shall I compare thee to a summer's day? (Shakespeare)
You're hot in spots and then you fade away....
Whoever loved who loved not at 'first' sight (Marlowe)
or even 'worst', depending on the light?
O my Luve's like a red, red rose (Burns)
And tu-lips lie beneath her nose!
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. (E. B. Browning)
But years' own math subtracts your charms away!
We move, like an insolvent, touring band;
and when we go, we're blurred you understand.
We leave the kettle on, TV blaring
drool half the cake, dreary novel wearing
just grasp of space that hands once held before.
Pronounce the sentence. Who'll read anymore?
and then when gone, who'll mention us again?
One summer, three friends sailed quite near to Spain