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February 18, 2020

If Imagination Were A Crime

If imagination were a crime
And you could read between a rhyme,
How many poets would be flayed
For games played
In the confines
Of their minds?

But, no
That is not quite so,
For their words caper
On virgin paper.
And when
The pen
Scratches
The reader thinks he catches
A glimpse of the sin,
Within.

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Published on February 18, 2020 12:25

Gabriela M Awarded Author of the Year 2019 by Spillwords Press

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Gabriela M, a writer whose work I admire, has been awarded Author of the Year 2019 by Spillwords Press. You can read Gabriela’s interview here, https://spillwords.com/author-of-the-year-2019-interview/.

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Published on February 18, 2020 07:22

On Entering My Spacious Bedroom

On entering my spacious bedroom
I saw a girl with a mushroom.
When I said, “is that fungi magic?”,
She said, “its so tragic!
And do you like my new perfume?”.

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Published on February 18, 2020 02:29

February 17, 2020

When A Young Lady Named Lou

When a young lady named Lou
Said, “nothing is taboo to you!”,
I said, “I love your feet
But I wish you wouldn’t beat,
Me so hard with your shoe!”.

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Published on February 17, 2020 03:51

If I Write a Sad Poem Today

If I write a sad
Poem today
People will say
He is sad.

If I compose a glad
Poem today
They will, likewise
Say,
He is feeling glad.
But they
Can not see my eyes.

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Published on February 17, 2020 01:58

February 16, 2020

Rose

His passion grows.
She exposes.
The poet composes.
But, in his heart
He knows
That art
Is not a rose.

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Published on February 16, 2020 23:24

Pan’s Pipe

Pan plays on his pipe
To the delight
Of woodland nymphs.
Who have, long since
Ceased to see,
In his ageing pipe,
Beyond the delight
Of his poetry.

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Published on February 16, 2020 04:57

A Young Man Named Hogg

A young man named Hogg
Has a prolific poetry blog.
His verse is first rate,
But a well known critic called Kate,
Says that its written by Hogg’s dog!

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Published on February 16, 2020 00:47

February 15, 2020

I Know a Young Lady Named Lina

I know a young lady named Lina,
And many fine gentlemen have seen her.
I wont go into all the detail,
As it would make you turn pale.
But she’s not as bad as Justina!

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Published on February 15, 2020 09:03

Whilst Out Shopping

Whilst out shopping
I see girl’s shoes
And can not help but lose
Myself in a shocking
Thought,
Of stiletto shoes,
Bought,
By young women who,
At night,
Bring delight
With the loss of shoe
And stocking.
But I have shopping,
still to do …

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Published on February 15, 2020 06:58