Unpublished Poems

Poems in Category: Unpublished Poems

This category includes 5 volumes of poems never previously published:

Vol 1   Pebbles on the Beach  1918-1926  “Dedicated to my father who first taught me delight in words.”

Vol 2   The Boat in the Farmyard and other poetry 1925-1926  “Dedicated to my mother, who first taught me the value of friendship.”

Vol 3   Driftwood and Seawrack 1926-27 “Dedicated to my aunt, who first taught me the delight of music.”

Vol 4   Putting out to sea and other poems 1927-8  “Dedicated to Arthur Kinrade.”

Vol 5   Seaspell and other poems 1928-30  “Dedicated to the girls I left behind me!”

Below you will find excerpts of all the poems from these volumes sorted by alphabetical order.

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A Last Wish

When I will die
Bury me nigh
My mountains high,
Near to the sky
Where breezes sigh.

Bee’s lullaby,
Bird’s ...

A Wedding

Oh, Freddie on the fiddle
And I on the piano
With others in the middle
A-drinking champiano.
We’ll make the ...

A Wet Day

There is rain on the window and rain on the door,
The garden is swimming in yellows and greens;
Whoever ...

Aalid

I’m out me knees thinnin turmits,
An the soil’s turble coul on the hans,
An I’m thinkin about them swell ...

Amen

Let me lean over
Soothingly, tenderly,
Thou wast my lover,
Fashioned so slenderly;
Angel wings hover,
Home is the rover....

Anna Moyra

There is music in the field
Where the reapers keen scythes wield
In the corn stalks half-concealed:
“Anna Moyra!”
Who ...

Broken Bell

(Translated from the French of Charles Baudelaire)

‘Tis bitter-sweet on cold and wintry nights
To sit beside a fire that ...

Butterfly

Fluttering beside
The dusty hedge,
Beauty espied,
Summer’s pledge.
Settling now –
What are thou?
Silent, unheard,
Insect or bird?...

Carnival

There is a carnival in Peel to-night,
And joyous laughter rings through starry dark.
Confetti falls in showers, a rainbow ...

Castle Rushen

See where the mighty keep its form uprears
In lofty grandeur to the pondering sky.
See the majestic pile there ...

Close of Day

Tranquil mere in sunset light,
Mirror of gold:
On thy breast doth radiance pour,
Shady trees thine edge embower,
All ...

Cobbler Cain

(Apologies to Coleridge)

AT Kerrowhdhoo did Cobbler Cain
A splendid pleasure ground decree,
Where Ballacottier’s river ran
Through valleys beautiful ...

Courage

YE sons that are going to fight for your country,
Stout be your hearts as ye march on your way;...

Dawn

An open boat upon an open sea;
The sky, a canopy of million stars o’erhead;
The only occupant a broken ...

Death of Mary

The Catholic Mary now draws near her end,
Her end unmourned by England, riven sore
By enmities and strife, for ...

December

Now last of all here comes cold proud December;
Last lies it on the calendar, not least.
Glowing alone, the ...

Eleven Days

ELEVEN days from now I’ll be
From homestead putting out to sea,
And as the vessel shapes her course
What ...

Failure

A ship sailed out into the golden west,
Her sails were set and bellied in the breeze.
But battered she ...

Fairy Dam

The Eairy Dam lies chill, its surface flecked
Into sharp ripples by the breeze. Reeds sway
Ever so slightly where ...

Fallen Tree

O mammoth trunk,
To earth you’ve sunk,
Your roots flung in the air;
Your leafy crown
In weeds brought down...

Fire Fancies

The fire grows low, the embers fall apart,
The room grows dark and shadows steal around;
I gaze and gaze ...

First Snow

The snow lies thick on twig and branch,
A feathery foliage, white and rare.
Beneath this gradual avalanche
The features ...

Folklore

In the oil-lamp’s mellow light
Fear and fancies crowd in sight,
While outside the waiting night
Draws in eerily!
In ...

Foxdale Eve

I seem to hear the rallying call
When daylight fades and shadows fall
And dusk is creeping up the glen,...

Foxdale Stream

FOXDALE STREAM

I.

O singing stream, I take one tender look
At thy clear crystal depths in childish speed
Dancing ...

From the Lowliest

Of commonplace things and commonplace life we dream.
In commonplace homes and commonplace streets we live.
Humble and poor and ...

Full Tide

THE wearying shore
Fought inch by inch,
Back to the cliff
Against the advancing sea.
And more and more,
Yet ...

Good Friday

Yet still one more Good Friday dawns! ‘Tis fair,
That is the striking fact, ‘tis bright and clear;
No fairer ...

Gorse Buds

The day was hot, the balls were white;
We slammed them round with main and might;
Cared not a whit ...

Grammar

(Apologies to R.W. Emerson)

Being the Twenty First of the Black Hole Ballads

IF the Grammarian thinks he speaks
The ...

Grandfather Clock

Grandfather clock, grandfather clock!
Tick, tock! Tick tock!
Weighing out seconds, and minutes, and hours,
Clipping off time with merciless ...

Hale’s Fire

‘Fire!’
The cry went echoing wide,
Down the deserted street
In the gray light of dawn
That dread word was ...

House Fever

(The sixth of the Black Hole Ballads)
(With apologies to Walter Scott)

Breathes there a boy with soul so dead...

Inspiration

A silhouette against the evening sky
He stands pensive and still;
The twilight fades, the breezes sigh
O’er all the ...

Iowemma: Canto I

AT the head of Douglas harbour
Stands the Douglas Railway Station
In its late-Victorian splendour,
Red of brick, with iron ...

Iowemma: Canto III

NOW a word about the stations,
Little wayside country stations;
Some with platforms, some without them;
Some with buildings, some ...

Isle of Man

Green-mantled isle of rock-bound coast and hills,
Of smiling fields and hedgerows bright with flowers,
Of happy memories of leisured ...

Leaving

How still and peaceful is the Sabbath eve!
A spiral of blue smoke is wandering
Into the air, and that ...

Loss

The world is asleep!
A mantle covers up its face, its changeful voice is still;
The earth is cold and ...

Lost Friend

(From the French of Georges Jamin)

I am distraught under a grievous blow.
Each moment teems with mem’ries of the ...

Mill-Wheel Hunt

ALONG the dusty highroad rolled two panting youths and hot;
The sweat streamed from each shining face, there iciness was ...

Morning

Proud morning came to wake us, cold and stark;
Her naked face was raw, her hand was chill;
She made ...

Mud

MUD, thick and black, heaves all around and hems
One little solid spot; and germs infest
Its slimy depths, with ...

Nocturne

Here where the bees are droning
Around the fuchsia bush,
All, all save their intoning
Is wrapped in evening hush....

Noel

(Translation from the French of Th. Gautier)

The sky was dark, the earth was white,
And gaily rang the bells;...

November

Oh, month of withered leaves and leaping fires!
Oh, month of tossing seas and storms of hail;
When sun each ...

October

Now hath the summer gone and autumn come
And old October hath her raiment donned
And gathered tatters for her ...

Odelet

(From the French of Henri de Regnier)

If I have Sunday
Of my love, ‘tis to the water slow
Which ...

Our Baby

(The third of the Black Hole Ballads)
(With apologies to a popular song)

Everybody loves our baby but our baby ...

Outings

TO Peel to-day
Not the O.K.
But in the car
Of Alan Parr.
A number went
With the intent
Of ...

Padjer (Prayer)

I set by meself in the outhouse
A-chewin’ a long birra straw;
An’ the averin’s drawin’ in mighty,
So wharram ...

Peel Castle

Older companion of thy southern friend,
Older by far of the Manx castles twain,
Thy pomp and splendour shall we ...

Premonition

I said, “Let’s all do something dramatic!”
Another, “A play like we did in the attic.”
Then Tom, “Yes, quite ...

Puncsetawny

My father said “Why don’t you write
“A poem that I can recite
In the schoolroom next Thursday night
When ...

Puny Man

Upon a rugged promontry I stood,
And round the wheeling screaming seagulls flew.
The angry surf murmured and frothed below...

Reck We His Cat

(With apologies to Matthew Arnold)

Being the Twentieth of the Black Hole Ballads

STREW on it rubbish, rubbish,
But never ...

Reverie

(Entered for competition, D.S.S.)

Amid the city’s bustle, haste and noise
In office dark alone I sit, with hands
‘Pon ...

Rosemary

Rosemary, Rosemary,
On the first day I saw thee,
Said I to meself, ‘Go wary
And she’ll be thy Ben-my-Chree!’...

Sea Call

Roar on and in thy roaring send to me
A breath of other days, O distant sea!
Throw up thy ...

Sea Spell

From the high brow of Snaefell one can see
The island like a ship from stem to stern.
There thrusts ...

Sea Vision

(From the French of John Antoine Nau).

The flat cold oceans a green mirror heave
Beneath the rocks that bord ...

Shadow Falls

I have at last been to the Falls,
The Swallow Falls at Bettys-y-Coed.
We sailed upon the Mona’s Queen,
The ...

Shingle

When stars are bright
And lights are low
I hear at night
The undertow.
The distant scream
Of pebbles round...

Soil

SIXTY NINTH SONNE

I love the scent of loamy soil, the smell
Of the cool earth when turned beneath the ...

Solace

Not for my eyes are Arcadia’s fountains
When I am tired and sore depressed.
Not for my feet are Alpine ...

Steinnery

Oh, the sun, the beauteous sun
When o’er dusky shade hath won,
Colouring where the flowers run,
Ripening the berry....

Summer Night

Oh, hasten out! Leave in thy rear that room
Where music reigns discordant; dancers gay
Flit o’er the polished surface ...

Sundays

Now Sundays are of all days set apart
For strolling on the promenade in twos;
Each loving swain is hooked ...

Sunrise

The oily waters swell and murmur low
In the grey ghostly pallor of the mist
Which in the early morn ...

Term End

LO, we are now to see the welcome end
Of yet another lengthy road of toil
That seemed to curl ...

The Ballamoar

The Ballamoar is a farm of mountain, field and stone,
And there is dwelling happily our widowed aunt alone;
Alone ...

The Bell

ABOVE the murmur of the night there come
The lonely tones of a sad distant bell,
One, two, and three, ...

The Blacksmith

Below my bedroom window in the Corporation Yard
A blacksmith blows his bellows and works there very hard.
He hammers ...

The Choosing

My boy, that road leads to the distant town,
And this one stretches to the waiting sea.
Hast thou determined ...

The Dead Son

Long shadows are creeping,
The day’s almost done;
A mother kneels weeping
Beside her dead son.

“That Thou could’st have ...

The Epitaph

Here rests his head upon a Tennis Pill,
A youth, to Fortune lost, from Ping-Pong flown;
Fair Science smiled not ...

The Marsh

A darksome stillness broods o’er all,
The breeze is dank and chill,
And there beneath a covering pall
Its moonless ...

The Mochyn Dhoo

Being the Twenty-Fifth of the Black Hole Ballads

O Harry, do not shout that ranting song,
Don’t shout that ranting ...

The Pioneer

The sun swims down, in golden splendour clad,
And earth prepares the coming night to meet;
The night urged on ...

The Primrose

A mossy carpet spread
Beneath the tall trees,
And through the wood a singing stream
Soft gurgles on the way...

The Rainbow

A sheet of water from a leaden sky
Fell solid, and damply clinging mist
Rose thick and white. The passing ...

The Removal

(With apologies to Wm. Cowper)

Oh that my lips had language! Life has passed
With me from down town to ...

The Scene Lad

(The Sixteenth of the Black Hold Ballads)
(With apologies to Sir Walter Scott)

AH! Lovely Gus, thine hour with us...

The Sunset

The lulled waters swell and murmur low
Beneath the crags and cliffs and come to rest
Upon the shingle in ...

The Wolf Rocks

‘Father, there is no moon tonight,
The clouds are scudding swift and black,
Flying on through the stormy night –...

To –

TOO little didst thou speak at any time;
In dim obscurity thy gentle glow
Thou let’st to burn; no we, ...

To a Bee

Furry bee, you great brown lump
Wandering from clump to clump
Of flowers and shrubs around the pump
Rusty in ...

To a Jackdaw

Night claims its fee and takes to it the land,
And shadows lengthen; dusk on either hand
Makes dark spots ...

To a Nightingale

(from the French of A. de Larmartine)

When thy celestial songs prelude
The stillnesses of summer nights,
Winged songster of ...

To Death

Death, why dost thou hard stare at me, I pray?
Why smilest thou in manner grimly cold?
And what is ...

To Georgina

Being the Eighteenth of the Black Hole Ballads.

Small stream that swirls ‘neath rustic span,
Apt emblem of a roguish ...

To Her

I

The sky was clear, the sky was blue. No cloud
Floated to mar the pure serenity
Of the deep ...

To Keats

Sometimes the moon sails in the frosty sky
Like a white ship, majestic and supreme.
Sometimes it rises early then ...

To Mary

(From the French of Pierre de Ronsard)

As one sees on a stem a rose in May
In all its ...

To Pippa

(From the French of Alfred de Musset)

PIPPA, when the shadows come
And your mother says goodnight;
When you kneel ...

Tom Brown

Tom Brown, thy little Isle reveres thy name,
Poet magnificent! Thine immortal fame
Hath long outlived thee, and will long ...

Unless

If stars were gold dust sprinkled on a bed
Of purple velvet, and the moon a disc
Of pure white ...

Visitors

Amy with her petal skin and hair of liquid gold
Has come from distant Liverpool to join our little fold,...

We Two

Upon the warm brown rocks where we
sat watching silver spary,
Where sea-gulls wheeled and breezes blew
a golden sun-beam ...

Who Nose?

WELL was it said by those we thought sedate
In all our youthful ardour when we came
Out from the ...