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‘Ode to a Nightingale’: A Poem by John Keats

One of my favourite poems.

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‘Ode to a Nightingale’ was admired by contemporary critics and reviewers of Keats’s work. According to one account it was written by Keats under a plum tree in the garden of Keats House, London in May 1819. Keats was inspired by hearing the sound of birdsong and penned this poem in praise of the nightingale. Like ‘Bright Star’ it is a brilliant poem about mortality and the lure of death and escape. F. Scott Fitzgerald took the phrase ‘tender i...

“I Noticed People Disappeared”, by Emily Dickinson

I noticed people disappeared,
When but a little child–
Supposed they visited remote,
Or settled regions wild.

Now know I they both visited
And settled regions wild,
But did because they died–a fact
Withheld the little child!

A Naughty Young Lady Called Leigh

A naughty young lady called Leigh
Tied me up at 3.
When the clock struck 4
I called out for more
But it was time for tea …

I Like the Dark

I like the dark.
He is my friend
And I know
That I shall go
To him in the end.

Humorous Sunday

When a single young lady called Moore
Went shopping in a store
She met a man named Dan
With a marriage plan.
They married in the church next door …

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When a young Martian came down from Mars
In search of knickers and bras
She bought stockings too
And a high-heel shoe
Then she flew with her bags back to Mars …

I know A Young Man Called Nile

I know a young man called Nile
Who owns a pet crocodile.
He married a girl named Grace,
With a very pretty face
Which made that crocodile smile …

A Man May Say and Do

A man may say and do
That which causes the majority to
View him as arrogant and aloof,
Yet he may, nonetheless speak truth
While many a lie
Is told by Mr nice guy …

#Poetryreadathon – Poetry, poetry everywhere Part 1

Robbie's inspiration

I have recently launched a book of poetry, together with fellow South African, Kim Blades. In celebration of this achievement which I have been working on for the past five years, I have decided to host a Poetry Readathon on my blog starting on 1 December 2018 and ending on 15 January 2019.

Part 1 of the Poetry Readathon will comprise of reading and reviewing poetry books. I have selected eight books below for you to choose from if you would like to participate.  You ca...

The Seasons

Over the last couple of days it certainly has felt as though winter is well and truly on his way.

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Leaves swish, like water
As I walk through
Them to reach the park. ‘Tis true
Autumn is still here,
Yet, I fear that winter will give no quarter,
For each season does murder it’s daughter,
Who dies not but rather sleeps
And creeps
Forth to softly kill
Her father who will
Rise once more.

As it was before
So it will remain. The perpetual cycle
Of the seasons, a vital order does brin...

When A Young Man of Bristol

When a young man of Bristol
Wounded me with his pistol
It was over a girl
(Her name was Pearl)
Or maybe it was Crystal …