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Loves

Another poem based on the form of Thomas Hardy’s weathers (don’t worry, I’m not feeling this, I’m perfectly alright!)
 
Loves
 
This is the feeling romantics adore,
And so do I;
When Angels nibble and tickle the core
And hearts fly high;
And thoughts of all else just flutter away,
And the lights of the night brightly sparkle and play,
And the fool takes a ride on a runaway sleigh,
And insatiably craves the sensation all day,
And so do I.
 
This is the feeling discardeds detest,
And so do I;
When Demons take wing and claw at the chest,
And hearts scream “Why?”;
And light has no colour and all is bland,
And the pain of their name sears your brain like a brand,
And all that’s unsaid is just And And And,
And the miserable die in a desolate land,
And so do I.
 
 
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Weathers for Leathers

Leathers by Al Cowie
 
This is the leather the biker likes,
And so do I;
When winds that buffet as struggling pikes,
And pummel thigh;
And the roar of the engine vibrates his chest,
And they idle outside ‘The Traveller’s Rest’
And wenches serve them beer with zest,
And riders dream of south and west,
And so do I;
 
This is the leather the German shuns,
And so do I;
When lederhosen chafe the Huns,
And sweat won’t dry;
And salty rivulets trace as snow,
And sticks to flesh like the claws of a crow,
And the rash from the heat that will grow and grow,
And even these Teutons homeward go,
And so do I;
 
I based the above on Weathers (below) by Thomas Hardy (rhymes and meters are the same)
 
Weathers
 
This is the weather the cuckoo likes,
And so do I;
When showers betumble the chestnut spikes,
And nestlings fly;
And the little brown nightingale bills his best,
And they sit outside at ‘The Traveller’s Rest,’
And maids come forth sprig-muslin drest,
And citizens dream of the south and west,
And so do I.
 
This is the weather the shepherd shuns,
And so do I;
When beeches drip in browns and duns,
And thresh and ply;
And hill-hid tides throb, throe on throe,
And meadow rivulets overflow,
And drops on gate bars hang in a row,
And rooks in families homeward go,
And so do I.