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The Alternative Acknowledgements (humour)

(The below is written firmly with my tongue in my cheek. Well maybe …)!

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I would like to thank the following for their assistance in completing this book:

My editor, for taking my meagre gains from my literary eforts. (any remaining errors are, needless to say entirely his responsibility, and nothing to do with me squire!).

My partner, Miss Slapdash for her terrible cooking which, being wholly inedible drove me back to my study thereby encouraging me to write.

My publican, Mr Dodgy Geezer fo...

The Evening Bird Has the Last Word

The evening bird
Has the last word
Ere night closes.
In on virtue and sin.

The poet supposes
That another sun
Will come
and he will thrill
To birdsong once more.
Ere his day is o’er.

On Going to Bed Last Night

On going to bed last night
I met a young woman in white.
When I said, “please leave!”.
She said, “can’t you perceive
That you are in the wrong room tonight …?!”.

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On going to bed last night
I met a young lady in white.
When I asked, “who are you?”
She said, “have you seen my left shoe?
And this dress it is far too tight!”.

‘A Dream within a Dream’: A Poem by Edgar Allan Poe

Interesting Literature

How can we separate reality from illusion? What if, to quote from Edgar Allan Poe, ‘All that we see or seem / Is but a dream within a dream’? ‘A Dream within a Dream’ muses on the fragility and fleetingness of everything, and asks whether anything we do has any lasting or real effect. ‘A Dream within a Dream’ by Edgar Allan Poe (1809-49) is one of Poe’s best-known poems.

‘A Dream within a Dream’ by Edgar Allan Poe

Take this kiss upon the brow!
And, in parting from you...

I Have Lost My Soul

I have lost my soul
In a hole
Of pleasure and pain.
A brief absence of thought,
I am forever caught
On the wheel of no gain.

Fantasies Come Out In Dreams

Fantasies come out in dreams
When consciousness streams
Unopposed.
Her clothes
Are lost
At no cost
To the dreamer or to her.
And, come the morn
The dreamer is from his fantasy torn
And the wolf returns to his lair.
But, have a care
Lest in sleep
You her name speak
For respectability is a thin veil
And friends would turn pale
Where they to know
Where you go
In sleep

My work featured in Vancouver Co-Op Radio’s The World Poetry Reading Series Christmas Broadcast

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I was delighted to receive an email from Ariadne Sawyer, the producer of The World Poetry Reading Series on Vancouver Co-Op Radio, in which she informs me that my work has been featured in a broadcast on Thursday 20 December, http://www.coopradio.org/content/world-poetry-café-23.

Earlier in the year I was honoured to be interviewed by Ariadne regarding my book “The Writer’s Pen and Other Poems”, and a segment of that interview appears approximately 20 minutes into the Christmas broadcast, in...

Awaking As The Clock Struck Midnight

Awaking as the clock struck midnight
I saw a young lady in white.
When I said, “are you a vampire?”
She replied, “no squire,
I’m an actress who works at night”.

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Awaking as the clock struck midnight
I saw a young lady in white.
When I said, “are you a vampire?”
She replied, “’tis my desire
To act in a play tonight …”.

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Awaking as my clock struck midnight
I saw a young woman in white.
When I said, “are you a ghoul?”
She replied, “no, you fool!
I’m a thief who works at night!”.

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Awakin...

A Naughty Young Lady Called Bright

A naughty young lady called Bright
Keeps me awake at night
By playing on the violin
In my kitchen bin
As the cats they yowl and fight!

There Was A Young Lady of Madrid

There was a young lady of Madrid
Who in my bedroom hid.
When my wife Jane
Returned from Spain
I hid with that young lady of Madrid.