For Better or Words

So today’s poetry is a selection of sonnets. I’ve posted them before at different times but here they are, released finally into the wild.


The first is my take on Shakespeare’s famous Sonnet 130


Only skin deep (after Sonnet 130)


The azure of the wide Pacific seas

Has depth, unlike your bland insipid eyes.

A dancer’s legs are shaped by art to please

But yours are not for show, they need disguise.

My tongue, whose form can change to suit all tastes,

From gentle probe to pert, priapic beast,

Becomes a dry and flaccid thing, all chaste,

If suffocated by your doggy breath’s release.

Facial engineers, who can craft Kate Moss

From Quasimodo, turn and run a mile:

I’d give my soul to Satan, bear any loss

If they’d mould Venus from your Cubist smile.

Let’s face it, love, on me you’ve placed a hex:

It’s not your looks that bind us, just the sex.


 The second is about a father’s relationship with his daughter 




Still wet from the womb, she flapped a fat hand,

A mindless hello that captured my soul.

Older, unsteady, like a day old foal,

She gripped me so tight, determined to stand.

She didn’t let go till the first day at school;

Then she wept as I forced her fingers apart.

From that betrayal she developed her art;

Round her finger I’d twist: her so willing fool.

One day, so glorious, yet so full of tears

I released her hand as I gave her away.

I smiled her free, and hid my dismay

At the thought of that other hand wrapped round hers.

But it’s only a loan, for when I come to my last

She’ll be holding my hand, as I let go life’s grasp.


And the third is a view on climate change


A Springless Future


Cold Jack, content and job well done, crept home

Allowing Spring her turn to warm the earth.

Crocus tongues pushed out through softening loam

As glass-eyed shepherds watched their flock give birth.

We, unplucked youth, prime cocked with urgent sap,

Felt the tug of Nature’s call to breed.

Like sheep, we followed Her bewitching map

To plant, in fertile earth, our febrile seed.

Yet somewhere Nature’s diverse scheme was lost;

Our black-fuelled lust seared seasons into one.

Our greed has neutered Jack; he’s become a ghost,

Sharp fingers culled by a remorseless sun.

Why would our lambs breed, given this breach of trust?

We’ve fried this once green Earth, turning it to dust.

About TanGental

My name is Geoff Le Pard. Once I was a lawyer; now I am a writer. I've published four books - Dead Flies and Sherry Trifle, My Father and Other Liars, Salisbury Square and Buster & Moo. In addition I have published three anthologies of short stories and a memoir of my mother. More will appear soon. I will try and continue to blog regularly at about whatever takes my fancy. I hope it does yours too. These are my thoughts and no one else is to blame. If you want to nab anything I post, please acknowledge where it came from.
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8 Responses to For Better or Words

  1. I loved these Geoff, the first one so funny, the second touching and the third sad.

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  2. Gulara says:

    Amazing poetry, Geoff, wow, thank you for sharing.
    BTW, I didn’t realise that you used to be a lawyer too! (Well, I still technically am, just on an extended maternity leave with a hope of becoming a full-time writer one day…).

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    • TanGental says:

      Yep, 34 years at the coal face and then I thought it was time my wife had some support to do her thing (well that’s what I tell her as I sit and write…) it’s a great career but like any job it’s made or broken by the people around you. I was generally lucky but I needed a change by the end.

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      • Gulara says:

        I only teach law – I’ve decided a long time ago that practicing law was not for me, but even teaching it is proving too much. It’s wonderful you chose to support your wife to do her thing, even though in the end you did yours too 🙂


  3. I agree with Edwina.

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  4. Nice first try on sonnets and three VERY different poems… I like the 2nd one best. ❤


  5. Charli Mills says:

    You know how to put one word after another! All three are stunning sonnets, but the second one really choked me up.

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