by Richard Gildea | Mar 4, 2016 | Poetry
“For shame on thee who harbour’s evil thought” Hence – « Honi soit qui mal y pense » – on crest Reproaching self and others of a sort Who bear false witness (or by slight attest) Tis honour which said ‘Order’ hath upheld Since days of yore when ‘Chivalry’...
by Richard Gildea | Mar 3, 2016 | Poetry
Twas nae mair truth than myth (or so we’re telt) As mists o’ time obscure whit clansmen say Twas no a murdrin’ cannibal, jist ‘Celt’ This Son o’ Girvan an o’ Ballantrae The tale as spun concerned one ‘Sawney Bean’ A ne’er-do-well who frown’d on honest toil Didst tak a...
by Richard Gildea | Mar 2, 2016 | Poetry
Midst cobbl’d streets o’ London, plied their trade (Connected by dank passage hid from view) Twas here ‘The Demon Barber’ scraped his blade Whilst she the ‘Baker’s Wife’ shaped pastry too In ‘penny dreadful’ was their story told As men of substance met with...
by Richard Gildea | Mar 1, 2016 | Poetry
Tho I am wont to walk thru dreams at night Reality is just one blink away Whilst free to roam; engaged with each delight Awareness comes when light fills out the day Tis poets’ realm I seek past midnight hour Yon place which comes alive by dipping quill Where fairy...
by Richard Gildea | Mar 1, 2016 | Poetry
Of one whose lips (so soft) I’d dared to part Who touch’d my life in ways beyond express’ Is now both held in dreams and in my heart Doth fill the void existing to excess Tho dark the nights of Winter (loss may bring) I lightly turn to days once ushered in Midst...
by Richard Gildea | Mar 1, 2016 | Poetry
There is a “Starman waiting in the sky” So oft’ he’d dreamed of openly, thru song With “Major Tom” (who once bid Earth goodbye) This “Man Who Sold the World” doth now belong Androgynous, when ‘Ziggy’ chose to reign Yon “Rebel, Rebel” had so much to say Thru many...
