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A Poem from My Collection “Light and Shade; Serious (and Not so Serious) Poems”

The below poem, “On Hearing the Tick Tock of the Clock”, can be found in my collection “Light and Shade”:

On hearing the tick tock

Of the clock

On the wall,

I know not

What to write,

For the clock

Says it all.

Obtaining Immortality Through One’s Verse

A poet by the name of Heather

Said, “my poetry it will live forever!”.

I regret her verse

It grows steadily worse.

And she’s just turned 300, has Heather!

Soho

Whilst walking through a place known as Soho

I met a girl who you may know.

She wore but one spectacle

And is not that respectable.

And I often like to visit old Soho …

Its Quiet

Its quiet

In the early morning,

‘Ere the riot

Of traffic noise, destroys

The peace.

Our joys

Are brief.

Life’s toys

Distract from grief.

Yet, underneath

All these toys, and empty noise,

We know, all this, must cease.

Thin Ice

When a young lady skating on thin ice

Said, “sir, I am really not into vice!”.

I tried to believe her,

But she was a deceiver.

As her skates broke through that thin ice!

The Marketplace

A man in need of company.

A girl who is free,

For a fee.

So many things can be bought.

I know one can buy

The finest art.

But the heart

Of an escort

Is never bought.

Effect of Producing a Second Edition of a Book on Book Reviews

I am considering revising/extending my “Selected Poems”, as there is new material which I would like to include. Consequently I am thinking of producing a second edition.

I would be grateful for the advice of my readers regarding whether a second edition would mean that the reviews in respect of the current (and only edition) would be lost? Or is it possible to publish a second edition whilst keeping the reviews for the first one?

You can find my “Selected Poems” here, https://www.amazon.co.uk/...

Miss White’s Tambourine

A musical young lady named White

Likes to visit me at midnight.

I’ve often seen

Her fine tambourine,

As we play together at midnight.

When A Young Lady With A Bushy Beard

When a young lady with a bushy beard

Said, “sir, your conduct is really quite weird!”.

I said, “my dear Lou

That may well be true.

But why is that shoe in your beard?”.

Miss May and the Roue

When an innocent young lady named Miss May

Met with a most wicked old roue,

Her mother said to her, “beware,

Lest you end up like Claire!”.

And the roue said, “we meet again May!”.