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Speechless

I have smelt the perfect scent of the flower of a rose,
Known intoxicated freedom where frangipani grows.

Watched majestic rivers meet the wild and moody sea,
And flown right over mountains where only gods should be.

I have drunk the purest water in the deepest caves on earth,
And gazed on golden treasures of the most immeasurable worth.

I have stared and wondered at the emptiness of space,
But nothing leaves me speechless as the beauty of your face.

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Pigs

Pigs who fly are my favourite pigs,
And wheels which won’t go round.
Upstream seas, and winter bees,
And clouds that lie on the ground.
Fork-eaten soup and gobbledegook,
And pennies by the pound.
Snow that rises, nonsense prizes,
And all not lost, not found.

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Originally from England, Clive Boddy is a Yorkshireman currently living in Perth, Western Australia. He is a semi-retired academic and has held professorships in Leadership and Management. His numerous publications include two books on the effects of corporate psychopaths on employees, organizations and society; and a single book of poems called Poems of Love and Location. 


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6 Responses

  1. Sally Cook

    Mr. Boddy,
    Never shoddy,
    Anybody
    Knows its true —
    For you sir, Clive —
    You are alive
    In what you strive
    To be and do.

    Many thanks for the Pigs.

    Reply
    • Clive Boddy

      Thanks, and you are most welcome Sally. I do like the occasional nonsense verse.

      Reply
  2. Norma Pain

    The romance of Speechless and the wonderful nonsense of Pigs, I love both of these poems. Thank you Clive.

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  3. Gary

    ‘Speechless’ is an appropriate title for your first poem of the two, Clive. because in a sense it initially left me speechless when I read it. What a romantic you are. I particularly like the vivid imagery of lines three and four. Well done Sir!

    Reply
    • Clive Boddy

      Thanks Norma and Gary,

      My poems have mostly been in a drawer for nearly 40 years while I plucked up the courage to show them. Glad you like them.

      Reply
  4. Susan Jarvis Bryant

    I love the irony of ‘Speechless’ – it says everything about love while claiming to say nothing… lovely! As for ‘Pigs’, I love em, and your flying pig poem had me smiling.

    Reply

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