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A Naughty Young Lady Named Louise

A naughty young lady named Louise
Has stolen my spare set of keys.
She enters my home
When I’m all alone,
And she wont give back my keys!

I Know A Young Lady Named Claire

I know a young lady named Claire
Who has beautiful, long blonde hair.
My friend Yvette
Is a brunette,
And she doesn’t dye her hair!

I Long For

I long for
A knock
At my door
And for
Passion to unlock
In loss of shoe and sock,
But please, let it not
Be as before,
A girl, half there, longing for
The door,
And me
Wishing that she
Where more . . .

Vita Brevis Press Forthcoming Poetry Anthology

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“Vita Brevis Press, LLC will begin accepting submission for its first poetry anthology in the fall. The anthology will feature emerging and established poets and will be available in print and digital formats”.

To find out more please visit this link, https://vitabrevisliterature.com/poems/big-news-the-vita-brevis-anthology/.

Disdain for Rhyme

A couple of days ago, I was sitting at my desk trying to compose a poem in rhyme. My rhyming muse had deserted me, consequently I experimented with free verse. My muse still refused to play so, in frustration I turned off my computer and went to bed.

My inability to compose in either rhyme or free verse may have stemmed, in part at least from my need for sleep. However, come the morning my rhyming muse perched upon my shoulder and I was able to pen a rhyming poem with which I was happy.

As...

The Krays

Whilst out walking in a maze
I came upon the Krays.
When they demanded all my money
I said, “do you like honey?”,
Which greatly confused the Krays!

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kray_twins

I Prefer Sitting In An Old, Comfortable Armchair

I prefer
Sitting in an old, comfortable armchair,
Reading traditional rhyme
As my clock’s regular chime
Speaks of a more ordered time,
To the idea that we must
Forever thrust
Towards some utopian goal
Where my soul
Is nothing when
Compared to the common good
Of collective men.
I would
Rather sit in my armchair
Or, out of my window stare
not at some abstract “common good”
But at a fine old tree
That will outlast me
Unless some vandal destroy that tree
In the name of a better society,
That will...

So Many Disdain The Life-Giving Rain

So many disdain
The life-giving rain
And pray
For a sunny day.
But I
On hearing the rain
Pattering on my window pane,
Or, on looking up to the great sky
And feeling purifying water upon my face,
Give thanks for this green place,
And the flowers that in such profusion sprout,
And pray that we can avoid a drought.

I Know A Young Lady Most Respectable

I know a young lady most respectable
Who abhors anything at all sexual.
Whilst eating strawberries and cream
She said, “in a dream,
I dreamt that you where almost respectable!”.

An Interview with Gabriela M on Spillwords

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I was pleased to read this interview with Gabriela M, a writer whose work I greatly admire, https://spillwords.com/spotlight-on-writers-gabriela-m/.

Please do read Gabriela’s interview and visit her blog which can be found here, https://shortprose.blog/author/shortprose12/.

Kevin