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April 20, 2019

Her Training

She takes off her t-shirt.
The trainers go,
And her legs also
She does show.
No flirt,
Just a messed up girl who
Loses sock and shoe
In order to train.

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Published on April 20, 2019 08:48

Should one change one’s writing to enhance the chances of being published?

I recently read this article on Writers Relief, http://writersrelief.com/2010/03/18/poetry-turnoffs-styles-and-formatting-that-make-editors-cringe/. The piece makes a number of points concerning what editors of poetry magazines dislike, and suggests that those making submissions think carefully prior to submitting their work. Amongst the “turn offs” mentioned in the article, is that of rhyming poetry, with the view being expressed that editors do not, in general publish rhyming poetry. Intere...

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Published on April 20, 2019 08:23

She Kept Her Heels On

She kept
Her heels on
At his request.
They dallied.
She tallied,
Then was gone.
Noone wept.

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Published on April 20, 2019 05:54

There Was A Young Lady of Bath

There was a young lady of Bath
Who made a most terrible gaffe,
When she mistook a silk rope
For a bar of soap,
And was found tied up in her bath!

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Published on April 20, 2019 04:35

Goddess

I saw
A goddess in a store.
I chaffed.
She laughed.
There was no more.

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Published on April 20, 2019 03:41

April 19, 2019

Eternal Youth

‘Tis a truth
Profound
That eternal youth
Can not be found
By middle-aged men who pursue
Girls of 20,
(But there are plenty
Who do).

The run
May be fun
And rings
And other such things
May a man buy
More than a look
From a young girl’s eye,
Which is sometimes mistook
By the old
For love.

Nothing comes after
Her brittle laughter
Save for more
Of the same, but the fool will not be told
The truth,
That with all his gold
He can not purchase eternal youth,
Though some already this fact
Know
But ac...

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Published on April 19, 2019 23:47

An Easter Gift To My Readers

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As an Easter gift to my readers, I am offering 2 (free) audio downloads of my collection of poems, “The Writer’s Pen and Other Poems“, to listeners on audible.com. Additionally, I am offering a further 2 (free) audio downloads of my book to audible.co.uk subscribers.

In order to be in with a chance of winning a copy of “The Writer’s Pen” (audio edition), please answer the following question,

Who is the main narrator (and housekeeper) in the novel “Wuthering Heights“?

The first 4 people to pr...

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Published on April 19, 2019 09:01

A Young Lady Whose Name is Alice

A young lady whose name is Alice
Resides in Crystal Palace.
I’ve often seen
Our sovereign queen,
But I’ve never yet met Alice.

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Published on April 19, 2019 08:25

Lethe

Why must
I dwell on dust
On this sunny day?
‘Tis the thought that all this will fade away,
Yet there is still time to play
Ere the sun
Does run
Into the arms
Of night.

Sometimes I think
Her charms
Are sweet,
For who has not forgot
Regret in the arms
Of sleep?

The river of lethe
May take us unawares.
Vacant stares
We bestow
On family and friends
For we know
Them not.

I think ’tis better to die
Than to lose the plot
And linger on
Though one’s essence has gone.

But the weather is hot
And ther...

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Published on April 19, 2019 03:47

April 18, 2019

As the weather grows hot

As the weather grows
Hot, pretty women in short clothes
Will cause
Men to pause
And their eyes to almost pop
Out of their heads, and wish
That they could catch
That particular fish,
For they have an itch
To scratch.
And perhaps a match
May spark
Ingendering love or lust
In the human heart,
Ere the dust
Takes away
Our sunny day.

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Published on April 18, 2019 23:23