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!
I'Ll Clearly Disappear
I’m in my great-grandmother's old photo album
from ninety years ago, and I seem much the same.
Sure, I'm gloss-finished, black and white, and yes, some frayed.
Yet not so bad for my age. Looking much like her,
it's almost that I'm not just myself as the flow
of generations are now gathered, like the seas.
Much the same in one life, as photos make childhood
quicken once again. One picture's an aperture
to these past worlds. Once more boats sound in harbour's night.