Hurried Love by Gavin Ewart

Those who make hurried love don’t do so from any lack of affection or because they despise their partner as a human being – what they’re doing is just as sincere as a more formal wooing. She may have a train to catch; perhaps the room is theirs for one hour only or a mother…

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Office Friendships by Gavin Ewart

Eve is madly in love with Hugh And Hugh is keen on Jim. Charles is in love with very few And few are in love with him. Myra sits typing notes of love With romantic pianist’s fingers. Dick turns his eyes to the heavens above Where Fran’s divine perfume lingers. Nicky is rolling eyes and…

The Watch by Frances Cornford

I wakened on my hot, hard bed; Upon the pillow lay my head; Beneath the pillow I could hear My little watch was ticking clear. I thought the throbbing of it went Like my continual discontent, I thought it said in every tick: I am so sick, so sick, so sick; O death, come quick,…

Refugees by Brian Bilston

They have no need of our help So do not tell me These haggard faces could belong to you or me Should life have dealt a different hand We need to see them for who they really are Chancers and scroungers Layabouts and loungers With bombs up their sleeves Cut-throats and thieves They are not…

Putting in the Seed by Robert Frost

You come to fetch me from my work to-night When supper’s on the table, and we’ll see If I can leave off burying the white Soft petals fallen from the apple tree (Soft petals, yes, but not so barren quite, Mingled with these, smooth bean and wrinkled pea); And go along with you ere you…

A Poison Tree by William Blake

I was angry with my friend; I told my wrath, my wrath did end. I was angry with my foe: I told it not, my wrath did grow. And I waterd it in fears, Night & morning with my tears: And I sunned it with smiles, And with soft deceitful wiles. And it grew both…

Love’s Secret by William Blake

Never seek to tell thy love, Love that never told can be; For the gentle wind doth move Silently, invisibly. I told my love, I told my love, I told her all my heart, Trembling, cold, in ghastly fears. Ah! she did depart! Soon after she was gone from me, A traveller came by, Silently,…

Commination by AD Hope

He that is filthy let him be filthy still. Rev. 22.11 Like John on Patmos, brooding on the Four Last Things, I meditate the ruin of friends Whose loss, Lord, brings this grand new curse to mind Now send me foes worth cursing, or send more - Since means should be proportionate to ends -…

Song of the Nymphomaniac by Fiona Pitt-Kethley

From Baffin Bay down to Tasmania I’ve preached and practised nymphomania, Had gentlemen of all complexions, All with varying erections: Coalmen, miners, metallurgists, Gurus, wizards, thaumaturgists, Aerial artists, roustabouts, Recidivists and down-and-outs, Salesmen, agents, wheeler-dealers, Dieticians, nurses, healers, Surgeons, coroners and doctors, Academics, profs and proctors, Butchers, bakers, candle-makers, Airmen, soldiers, poodlefakers, Able seamen, captains, stokers,…