Compleat angler
I give my fish
to a pretty woman
and lay my head in the water—
which spoiled it.
I am sorry that I am not at London
to hide among the ants.
Cheerful poems
Cheerful poems — a collection of the best works on PoemShip.
Classical cockerel
In the morning din,
the cock had a harp and violin
played to an inquisitive hen-house end:
to go within.
Insomniac’s to-do list
Wake in the night to drink chocolate.
Settle next door.
Read and be happy.
Order a fat lie and write about it.
Hear the noise of other works.
Wish myself not to see the bed.
Courtier
I read in shorthand
the long sentences
like a troll on board
the King’s boat,
making a pretty deal
of public sin—
fitting in.
I gain a home.
They have me sing.
Confabs
A morning wind
did business in the alder.
Coach dined with post—
where the letters come.
A stay had a little talk
with a ship.
So money will give me
an answer shortly.
Sea legs
At sea, I take both legs
to the leg of a ham
and we quarrel
like words in a well.
Proverbial (3)
I debauch the morning with a pen.
Who needs to think, find a garden.
On my flag: moon and money, our two hips.
Killer moves
A black hat
and some shoes
could not get up
a ladder, and fell
to dancing—
the first dance,
the first great kill.
Leaf-out
All the alders
in disorder
fitting themselves
with singing ears
that roar and clap.
Full figure
With a fiddle
I go part-
way home
and a bass,
go to bed.
High on the hog
Here I sit, high
and fat as a parliament
nobody cares for.
An ordinary night.
My head full of money, I eat
bread and cheese.
Fat Tuesday
In the heart, only evil—
tomorrow I give up the urge.
Late news is dead news.
A great lay tonight
because of tomorrow.
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