A Strange Mix

Poems I can’t begin to categorize… yet! Some are funny (Especially the stuff I write on AllPoetry.com.) As of 28 Oct 2023, I’ve hived these off into humourous poetry – just follow the link. Some cover fairly dark themes. I may separate these out in the future [updated 28 Oct 2023.]

The Moving Finger writes; and, having writ,
  Moves on: nor all thy Piety nor Wit
Shall lure it back to cancel half a Line,
  Nor all thy Tears wash out a Word of it.
                       (from “The Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam")

What the cloud doeth,
The Lord knoweth,
The cloud knoweth not.
What the the artist doeth,
The lord knoweth,
Knoweth the artist not?
                      (from “Individuality” 
                       by Sidney Lanier)