100 lines of poetry, written 01-02 May 2021
A 100 lines of poetry
By
Simon Bucher-Jones
1 The Moon's the pale reflection of the Sun
2 It does not shine with its own light but yearns
3 To give back all the love that it has won
4 From that celestial fire, which is not done
5 But for five billion years more, freely burns.
6 The Moon's the pale reflection of the Sun
7 We humans too (in all we have begun)
8 Give back the warmth of sunlight. It returns
9 To give back all the love that it has won
10 Through plants, and flesh, to us, its warmth redone
11 In chemical fire, in Earth and Earth's concerns.
12 The Moon's the pale reflection of the Sun
13 Our life's star-stuff and sun-light moved or spun
14 A dance through space and time of many turns
15 To give back all the love that it has won.
16 Nor are our darknessess, a thing to shun
17 Without the dark who 'gainst the light discerns,
18 The Moon's the pale reflection of the Sun
19 To give back all the love that it has won?
(A Pantoum)
20 Are we so fragile then, we human folk?
21 That at a lightning stroke we fall away,
22 Become less than we were, a broken yolk
23 Spilled from the egg-cup of a dawning day?
24 That at a lightning stroke we fall away,
25 A golden thing, across the table cloth
26 Spilled from the egg-cup of a dawning day?
27 As irreparable as Humpty, or spoiled broth?
28 A golden thing, across the table cloth
29 Unfixable by any soldier's troop,
30 As irreparable as Humpty, or spoiled broth?
31 No. We are more than addlepated soup
32 Unfixable by any soldier's troop -
33 Incurious horses and more confused men.
34 No. We are more than addlepated soup
35 We have our own strength still, to fix and mend:
36 Incurious horses and more confused men,
37 May be themselves made better, taught to heal.
38 We have our own strength still, to fix and mend:
39 Helping, we then help others, and they too
40 May be themselves made better, taught to heal.
41 Paid on, our gifts, repay in setting right
42 Helping, we then help others, and they too
43 Kindle their own small lights against the night
44 Paid on, our gifts, repay in setting right
45 The small silly mistakes we might have made
46 Kindle their own small lights against the night
47 For humanness is more than triumph's might
48 The small silly mistakes we might have made
49 Are valued by the Gods for their surprises!
50 For humanness is more than triumph's might
51 And from the yolk and eggshell, phoenix rises!
52 We're valued by the Gods for our surprises!
53 Become more than we were, a broken yolk
54 For from the yolk and eggshell, phoenix rises!
55 We are not fragile, we, we human folk.
(A Terzanelle)
56 We all have one room curiously carved of bone
57 Full of the veiled, lace hangings of ourselves
58 What comfort reaches in to those alone:
59 Who dust the empty spaces of those shelves?
60 That is the gift that others may bestow.
61 We all have one room curiously carved of bone
62 But light, and sounds of hope, and life may grow
63 The torn veils may yet be with care rewoven.
64 What comfort reaches in to those alone:
65 But slow baked kindness walm as bakery oven
66 Gifts made with love, and with love freely given.
67 We all have one room curiously carved of bone
68 But helped, we may repair and mend the riven
69 Parts of ourselves, until we too, are lights.
70 What comfort reaches in to those alone?
71 But those we give in turn through days and nights
72 We all have one room curiously carved of bone
73 Parts of ourselves, until we too, are lights,
74 Whose comfort reaches in to those alone.
75 We are all flesh and flesh in time may fail
76 But there is in us, that which may yet live
77 The words and deeds we make may yet prevail
78 For each of us has gifts we might give.
79 Un-hoardable that wealth, for spent alone
80 It shines, only when given light and air.
81 Pend in a cell of iron, or crypt of bone
82 It is not golden and it is not rare
83 But only stuff and nonsense that decays
84 To pass with antique flesh from ancient view,
85 But set to use - is full of shining rays
86 The light of which lies in recipient's gift!
87 The poem's nothing - but for the reader's grace
88 The poet nothing, but for their love’s face.
(A Clerihew)
89 Doctor James Parkinson FGS
90 Said to Mary (his wife) "I confess!"
91 "I might have found a title more ballsey…"
92 "For my 'An Essay on The Shaking Palsy' ".
(A Haiku)
93 In the darkened trees
94 The wood perceives nothing
95 Yet, time brings dawn.
(A limerick)
96 There was an old poet of Shanklin
97 Who none of you need to be thanklin'
98 These sort of tricky demands
99 Make him rub his old hands
100 If he's failed, he deserves a good Spanklin'
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