A great poet is no longer with us.

Adieu!

Felix Dennis

Chance makes brothers but hearts make friends,
Here then, before our friendship ends
As now it must, my friend, be glad
For what we shared — for what we had.
How late we learned, how little we knew
Of those who stood, blade-straight, steel-true
To brace when push had come to shove:
Chance makes brothers — but hearts make love!



 At Midnight

Sara Teasdale

Now at last I have come to see what life is,
Nothing is ever ended, everything only begun,
And the brave victories that seem so splendid
Are never really won.

Even love that I built my spirit's house for,
Comes like a brooding and a baffled guest,
And music and men's praise and even laughter
Are not so good as rest.                             

The BlueBell Wood
Felix Dennis

We walked within an ancient wood
Beside the Heart-of-England way
Where oak and beech and hazel stood,
Their leaves the pale shades of May.

By bole and bough, still black with rain,
The sunlight filtered where it would
Across a glowing, radiant stain—
We stood within a bluebell wood!

And stood and stood, both lost for words,
As all around the woodland rang
And echoed with the cries of birds
Who sang and sang and sang and sang…

My mind has marked that afternoon
To hoard against life’s stone and sling;
Should I go late, or I go soon,
The bluebells glow— the birds still sing.

Moon Sonnet
Mine

Of all the things the moon has seen,
Pale, drifting sphere, silent, serene,
She keeps all secrets held, embraced,
Forever in her heart encased.
Invisibly shackled by Earth's force
On an eternal, tethered course,
A captive then, who rules the tides;
The jealous cloud, her beauty hides.
She haunts the sky by day, unseen;
At night parades in borrowed light,
And poets bow before their queen,
And lovers vow within her sight.
And when she rises, takes her throne,
She makes the souls of men her own.

Silent Service
Siegfried Sassoon

Now, multifold, let Britain's patient power
Be proven within us for the world to see,
None are exempt from service in this hour;
And vanquished in ourselves we dare not be.
Now, for a sunlit future, we can show
The clenched resolved endurance that defies
Daemons in dark, - and toward that future go
With earth's defended freedom in our eyes.
In every separate soul let courage shine -
A kneeling angel holding faith's front-line.