My Life in Verse
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My Life in Verse - Bill Inglis
My Life in Verse
Bill Inglis
Austin Macauley Publishers
My Life in Verse
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Behold
My Love
Colquhoun Street, Helensburgh
My Saviour
My One True Love
The Awakening
Airport Reflection
Evening at River Lodge Hout Bay, South Africa
Berit Vogt
Love
The Woodland Monster
A Silver Wedding
The Wrong Kind of Apple
Technology
A Twenty-first Century Sonnet
Kernyk Cottage
The Fungus Creature
The Treasure
Ivy
Indoors, Outdoors
Nature
Leaves
Woods
Trees
Blessed Rain
The Waterfall
Change
Dreams
Last to Fall
The Last Dollop of Snow
The Beast
Moss
The Scottie
My Dog
Spring
Woodland Spring
Brambles
Autumn
Trees
Trees II
Trees III
Blackberries
That’s Life
Rosemallow Hibiscus
That’s Life
The Exhibition!
Gareside House
Tony Vogt
Amazing Mother Nature
Skunk Cabbage
Dusk in the Country
Screaming Dreaming
The Skull
My Walk
Sunday, Then
Mother’s Instructions Woof! Woof!
My Moems
The Guardian
Janie 1970–2005
Ivan Zvegintzov Master of Reels
In Praise of Moderation
Betty’s Bay
Whalestone House
The Wind Orchestra
Camilla
Toenails
The Empty Boat
Dad’s Dinghy
My World
Our Hut in Our Woods
No. 1, 58th Avenue
Grown from a Stone
Gentlemen’s Loo Rules!
Covid-19 I
Manners
Lockdown I
Grandpa’s Apology
The Lost Glove 1
The Flames of Fires
The Fern Root Beastie
The Gareside House Bricky
The Lost Glove 2
On Reaching 80
Oh Deer, Oh Dear
The Wooden Horse
Summer’s Here!
The Surprising Tree
Covid-19 II
Tall Green Larches
Lockdown II (Covid-19)
Classic FM My Lockdown Saviour
Hot Tub Massage
Ode to Miss Arnold
Lockdown III
The Hot Tub
Ageing
Ode to Blondie
In Praise of Tanith A Parent’s View!
The Little Yellow Duck
The Hall
My Beloved Wife
Weeds
Bags
Rain
Ziggy!
Autumn Leaves
The Pandemic’s Holy Cross
Clouds
The Phone
Reading
Youth
Bricks
Words
Gravel
Covid
Crosswords
Blades
Clothing
A Toast to the Lassies
The Fallen Tree
The Red Rose
Morning Sounds
Looking Back
Crazy Mother Nature
The Girl of My Dreams
Mother Nature’s Orchestra
Idleness
The Umbrella
Cold Feet
Cold Feet 2
Confusing Words!
Broken Bottle
Our Hens
Ancients
Cutting
Family
Wife to Be
Unpacking
Things Fall Apart
Sudoku
Faith
My Last Limerick
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Behold
Black as jet, convex and sixpence-round,
Cimmerian marbles cobalt ringed,
Nesting alive in almond snowballs;
Such eyes burn living memories on the soul;
Powerfully silent messengers of will,
They speak more words than ever human dreamed,
Creating thus superfluous the tongue,
Since tongue-words are mere shadows of true thought.
Scornfully proud and Everest-mighty
They cleave a highway through the jungle of life,
Holding at bay, base, beastly carrion,
Striking with fire-hot glance at mortal jackals.
Those eyes, the very mirror of her soul,
Diamond bright, and yet, so swansdown gentle,
Will never cease to tell me of the love
She holds so true for one—and only one.
My Love
Lovely as at dawn departed,
Open, kind and golden-hearted,
Ultra-keen her sense of duty,
Innocent of her great beauty,
Seeming young, yet full of learning,
Ever sets she my heat yearning.
When I call her, she’s so sprightly,
Treating all her burdens lightly.
Radiant, gay, of dew-drop clearness,
Arresting in her very dearness!
Needing her this man who woos her—
God help me should I ever lose her!
Colquhoun Street, Helensburgh
(7.45 pm on 27 May 1970)
Vigorous wings create inconsiderate whirlpools in a cyclamen sea
Releasing anti-gravity cherry blossom waterfalls
Whose tinted, iridescent spray alights,
Non-wet, with summer affection upon the unseeing,
Uncomprehending, unfeeling, soul-dead, self-world being
Whose thoughts are turning on the lathe of self-interest
And are fashioned only by money!
My Saviour
Soul-dead and weary from Life’s pounding days
An outward hull of man was thrown along,
His empty being marking not his ways,
His beaten, taunted heart too full of wrong.
His mind too full of bitterness, which flays
And mocks all decent thought. Thus, mid the throng
Of buoyant, life-glad living, so he prays
For strength and will to join their happy song.
Out from this throng there came a woman true
To give him back his will and self-esteem;
Her peaceful, gen’rous nature matched by few,
She pulled him from his vicious, drowning stream;
He could not help but take on life anew,
This woman as his purpose, as his dream.
My One True Love
With sleep caressing gently conscious thought,
A loving call prized open weary eyes;
They wandered slow, half sleepy yet, ’til caught
In happy wonder of such new surprise.
She stood so proud—her love in every line—
In every gesture tenderness and care,
And at her cool and gentle touch all time
Stood still—each was of only one aware.
Her beauty she enhanced with simple grace
By tailoring a Persian table-round
To fall in full and easy lines to trace,
In queenly style, the lovely frame it bound.
The love she holds is not for any man—
’Tis mine, and mine alone, her truest fan!
The Awakening
Fathomless in sleep
I lay soul-happy and content,
Each crying nerve controlled to rest, each restive
Muscle relaxed and blanket-warm.
My conscious mind
Climbed slowly from unconscious depths
And waltzed in happy, glow-worm patterns through
Love-memories but hours old.
Love-tender lips,
With butterfly lightness, gently lay on mine,
To repeat, I love you
—words to massage into
wakefulness my still half-sleepy brain.
And thus awakened,
Brain-conscious to her presence there,
The quickness of my being knew again the love
I bore for this amazing girl!
Airport Reflection
In Holland this weekend gone by I saw my little girl,
We had a mad, gay, happy time and lived life in a whirl!
And never have I been so glad, nor loved so deep and true,
Because, my darling gorgeous girl, I am in love with you!
I am in love with you my sweet, so try hard not to cry—
I WILL come back to marry you—as fast as I can fly!
I love you from my inmost soul—with everything that’s me—
The world it thinks I have gone mad for ’tis plain for all to see!
Now never doubt my love for you—’tis yours till time shall end;
And thus again—in simple verse—my love for you I send!
Evening at River Lodge Hout
Bay, South Africa
Slowly meandering, haphazard through the trees,
Gently, in a dreamworld, there strolls the evening breeze.
It lingers over treetops, clear against azure skies,
Carrying the soundtracks of bird and cricket cries.
In the gathering twilight