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What is Sin?

What is sin?
A girl’s smile.
And the clink of coin.

And is there heaven
And hell?
Heaven is her smile.
And will you find
Hell behind?
She
Will not tell.
And he
Will find
In women and wine
That heaven
And hell
Join
In the chink
Of coin.

Angels dance on a pin,
And philosophers ask, “is there sin?
And the priest hears confession
Of an ancient profession.
Though some say farming is older.
And a girl’s bare shoulder
Tempts man into the descent
To heaven and hell.

And within
Is pleasure,
Or sin.
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6:30 As I begin To Compose

6:30 as I begin to compose
I have not the arrogance to suppose
That time will cease while I rhyme.

Pearl

When I found a young lady in red
Relaxing with my girlfriend in our large bed.
I said to her, “Pearl,
You are a wicked girl.
As you know that I don’t like red!”.

A Kind of Honesty

A delivery of pleasure.
She will come to me
For an hour or so.
We will spend our time.
But not in rhyme.

I, for my part
Know not her heart,
Nor she mine.
‘Tis merely pleasure.
The pleasure being mine.

Whilst Walking Down A Dimly Lit Street

Whilst walking down a dimly lit street
I met a policeman patrolling his beat.
He warned me of fallen women
And the grave dangers of sinning.
And Miss White, who patrols that beat …

There Once Was A girl With a Whip

There once was a girl with a whip
Who awoke respectable old gentlemen from their kip.
She would brandish the thing
And say, “this may sting!”,
As the gentlemen all begged for her whip!

Limericks

My thanks to Vivienne for her extremely kind mention of my limericks. I enjoyed both Vivienne’s limericks.

Dragons Rule OK. V.M.Sang (author)

The origin of the Limerick is uncertain. I read that it was around in the thirteenth century, but the rhyming sequence was different, and so I ask, “Can they be called Limericks?”

Some sources say it came from an Irish soldiers’ song called “Will You Come up to Limerick.” People made up verses as it was sung.

They may also have been a way for ...

Clair and the Infamous Old Stair

A most dissolute young lady named Claire
Hangs around an infamous old urban stair.
Petite Miss Coral
Calls her immoral.
But she hasn’t seen me with Claire …

Author Spotlight – Lorraine Lewis

Fae Corps Inc

Lorraine is a blind Author. She writes poetry, short stories and maintains a blog. She swears that she was born holding a pen. We have had Lorraine now in two of our anthologies, Fae Dreams and Faery Playground.

Lorraine is based in the UK where she lives with her husband and a rough collie she has named hope. Wheelchair bound, Lorraine is limited to what she is capable of. What she writes is amazing. Her blog, Blindwilderness.wordpress.com is fun and enjoyable to rea...

Lyme Who Liked Internal Rhyme

There once was a poet named Lyme
Who wrote many a fine internal rhyme.
He met a girl named Pearl,
Who’s long blonde hair did curl.
But she disliked Lyme, and internal Rhyme