Friday, January 10, 2014

Sir Walter Raleigh - by Bob Atkinson

Sir Walter Raleigh

(c)2013 Bob Atkinson

here in those days gone by
four hundred years of worldly trials
we remember good and bad
recall ones who packed their bags

those blatant fools who blundered on
in the end finding sweetened song
of the hangman or the Axe
while ever moving unknowns back

never feeling fortune far
wandering over culture's bar
swinging, swaying, setting down
feet firmly on most unsound ground

finding favor and regret
pencil in that check marked past
filling voids of gallant pleasure
while flirting with extreme danger

best leave these deeds
for fiction pages?
or should we endeavor
to live them really?

see heroes in movies large
blow bridges with explosive charges
can this objective find good place
when all we want is calm quiet peace?

The Nymph's Reply to the Shepherd

If all the world and love were young,
And truth in every Shepherd’s tongue,
These pretty pleasures might me move,
To live with thee, and be thy love.

Time drives the flocks from field to fold,
When Rivers rage and Rocks grow cold,
And Philomel becometh dumb,
The rest complains of cares to come.

The flowers do fade, and wanton fields,
To wayward winter reckoning yields,
A honey tongue, a heart of gall,
Is fancy’s spring, but sorrow’s fall.

Thy gowns, thy shoes, thy beds of Roses,
Thy cap, thy kirtle, and thy posies
Soon break, soon wither, soon forgotten:
In folly ripe, in reason rotten.

Thy belt of straw and Ivy buds,
The Coral clasps and amber studs,
All these in me no means can move
To come to thee and be thy love.

But could youth last, and love still breed,
Had joys no date, nor age no need,
Then these delights my mind might move
To live with thee, and be thy love.

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