Section: «Poems»
Verse (ancient Greek ὁ στίχος — row, structure), a term in versification used in several meanings:
artistic speech organized by division into rhythmically commensurate segments; poetry in the narrow sense; in particular, it implies the properties of versification of a particular tradition ("antique verse", "Akhmatova's verse", etc.);
a line of poetic text organized according to a certain rhythmic pattern ("My uncle of the most honest rules").
Go North, South, East, And West, Young Man
Drake is going west, ladsSo Tom is going EastBut tiny FredJust lies in bed,The lazy little beast.
© Spike Milligan
The Dog Lovers
So they bought youAnd kept you in aVery good homeCental heatingTVA deep freezeA very good home-No one to take youFor that lovely long run-But..
© Spike Milligan
The Lion
If you're attacked by a LionFind fresh underpants to try onLay on the ground quite stillPretend you are very illKeep like that day after dayPerhaps..
© Spike Milligan
Unto Us...
Somewhere at some timeThey committed themselves to meAnd so, I was!Small, but I WAS!Tiny, in shapeLusting to liveI hung in my pulsing cave.Soon they..
© Spike Milligan
Jumbo Jet
I saw a little elephant standing in my garden,I said 'You don't belong in here', he said 'I beg you pardon?',I said 'This place is England, what are..
© Spike Milligan
Me
Born screaming small into this world-Living I am.Occupational therapy twixt birth and death-What was I before?What will I be next?What am I now?Cruel..
© Spike Milligan
My Sister Laura
My sister Laura's bigger than meAnd lifts me up quite easily.I can't lift her, I've tried and tried;She must have something heavy inside.
© Spike Milligan
Feelings
There must be a wound!No one can be this hurtand not bleed.How could she injure me so?No marksNo bruiseWorse!People say 'My, you're looking..
© Spike Milligan
Bump
Things that go 'bump' in the nightShould not really give one a fright.It's the hole in each earThat lets in the fear,That, and the absence of light!
© Spike Milligan
The Abc
'Twas midnight in the schoolroomAnd every desk was shutWhen suddenly from the alphabetWas heard a loud "Tut-Tut!"Said A to B, "I don't like C;His..
© Spike Milligan
Bazonka
Say Bazonka every dayThat's what my grandma used to sayIt keeps at bay the Asian Flu'And both your elbows free from glue.So say Bazonka every..
© Spike Milligan
Mirror, Mirror
A young spring-tender girlcombed her joyous hair'You are very ugly' said the mirror.But,on her lips hunga smile of dove-secret loveliness,for only..
© Spike Milligan
Granny
Through every nook and every crannyThe wind blew in on poor old GrannyAround her knees, into each ear(And up nose as well, I fear)All through the..
© Spike Milligan
Have A Nice Day
'Help, help, ' said a man. 'I'm drowning.''Hang on, ' said a man from the shore.'Help, help, ' said the man. 'I'm not clowning.''Yes, I know, I heard..
© Spike Milligan
A Silly Poem
Said Hamlet to Ophelia,I'll draw a sketch of thee,What kind of pencil shall I use?2B or not 2B?
© Spike Milligan
On The Ning Nang Nong
On the Ning Nang NongWhere the Cows go Bong!and the monkeys all say BOO!There's a Nong Nang NingWhere the trees go Ping!And the tea pots jibber..
© Spike Milligan
To His Honour The Lieutenant-Governor, On The Death Of His Lady Marc 24, 1773
ALL-Conquering Death! by thy resistless pow'r,Hope's tow'ring plumage falls to rise no more!Of scenes terrestrial how the glories fly,Forget their..
© Phillis Wheatley
To The Rt. Hon. William, Earl Of Dartmouth
Hail, happy day, when, smiling like the morn,Fair Freedom rose New-England to adorn:The northern clime beneath her genial ray,Dartmouth..
© Phillis Wheatley
To A Lady On Her Coming To North-America With Her Son, For The Recovery Of Her Health
INDULGENT muse! my grov'ling mind inspire,And fill my bosom with celestial fire.See from Jamaica's fervid shore she moves,Like the fair mother of the..
© Phillis Wheatley
To A Lady On Her Remarkable Preservation In A Hurrican In North-Carolina
THOUGH thou did'st hear the tempest from afar,And felt'st the horrors of the wat'ry war,To me unknown, yet on this peaceful shoreMethinks I hear the..
© Phillis Wheatley
His Excellency General Washington
Celestial choir! enthron'd in realms of light,Columbia's scenes of glorious toils I write.While freedom's cause her anxious breast alarms,She flashes..
© Phillis Wheatley
To A Gentleman And Lady On The Death Of The Lady's Brother And Sister, And A Child Of The Name Of Avis, Aged One Year
ON Death's domain intent I fix my eyes,Where human nature in vast ruin lies:With pensive mind I search the drear abode,Where the great conqu'ror has..
© Phillis Wheatley
To Captain H------D, Of The 65th Regiment
SAY, muse divine, can hostile scenes delightThe warrior's bosom in the fields of fight?Lo! here the christian and the hero joinWith mutual grace to..
© Phillis Wheatley
To S. M. A Young African Painter, On Seeing His Works
TO show the lab'ring bosom's deep intent,And thought in living characters to paint,When first thy pencil did those beauties give,And breathing..
© Phillis Wheatley
To A Clergyman On The Death Of His Lady
WHERE contemplation finds her sacred spring,Where heav'nly music makes the arches ring,Where virtue reigns unsully'd and divine,Where wisdom thron'd..
© Phillis Wheatley