At the club
private as a fart
this man of money
to keep his wit in
an after-dinner glass
and his family in a false
laborious account
Cheerful poems
Cheerful poems — a collection of the best works on PoemShip.
Functionary
what might I sign to once
without the least care or need
it was good to have an office
many people to moo
and my way laid out
like ground for cattle to use
Investor
in order to put my house in order
now the joy is all
in my issue
money giving me money for my money
like hands of one color
for every god
Miser
I find great convenience
in having my stomach
as a clock
for a clock is a gun
for heirs to make
the best of a bad market
so we part very kindly
and I dine at home
Cheer
the cheer of hawks
a great way off
that familiar sound
in the east as I walk home
Boilerplate
a ready sermon
to the yard in false Greek
rain at night
Audiophile
I give my viol head
to my viol maker
his name is wise
who deals in sound
a pitch merchant
here for some high words
Solitary
all alone I am king of the yard
I am content
as a fish
and in the company of letters
I do not find people
so wanting
Bears
in the morning grove
a stout man would be a bear
his care in sitting as I look
with my hide of a good face
Waterfront
morning laid out
over all the ships
a child drums merrily
on the window
Healths
in order to prevent surprise
we read like fools
only here and there a bit
and without moving
to give thanks for pain
or the power of a rose
preach a sermon full of rope
text with one mind
and one mouth
give glory
to the great variety of creatures
that animate dead bodies
ants like little friars
where I walk head aching
with the healths I was forced to drink
Art critic
I am a dog who got hold of art
and worried it
I dispute the value
of pieces rated as great
the ridiculous design of work
in a committee
we who now dissect bodies
and call that art
a man never yet with child
boys desiring a pig
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