Glenn Bagshaw Poems
|161.||Blowing The Foam (Adult Limericks)||9/1/2005|
|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.||Famous Lines From Love Poems Made Into Couplets...||8/8/2007|
|171.||Afternoon In Summer||10/28/2005|
Comments about Glenn Bagshaw
Cresting flowers are plumed as waves.
Lives, our lives are smashed ashore.
Slips rip tide, waves pour pounded mortal roar.
The single life now drowns.
The single mourns. Sea shouts loud at shrouds.
Sea yells, grief dwells
by the one ' you' born. One cold bloom fades.
Millions festooning adorn.
Bouquets mobbing waves; Forever slackened
floats the one forlorn.
Waves, waves sandblast us ashore.
Sprays of petals flow fathoms,
mantle tomb- floor.
The Map That Spots Plots
When you're racing unsure
through some strange neighbourhood
you won't trace new faces
the way that one could.
You're quite isolated,
but not due to locations.....
Maps should highlight sites of intentions,
and with twisting symbols chart cranial travel,