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On The Aisle Of Lesbos

On the aisle of Lesbos its all Greek
To the men who seek
Fun
Sun
And sand.
But the Euro may command
A goddess’s hand,
And cause her to smile
And speak
The tourist’s language for a while.

Kevin’s poetry to be featured on the World Poetry Reading Series, at 1:10 pm on Thursday 9 August

Just a reminder, that I shall be reading my poetry at 1:10 pm pst this evening, on Vancouver Co-op Radio’s The World Poetry Reading Series. This equates to 9:10 pm (UK time).

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I am pleased to announce that I shall be appearing on Vancouver Co-op Radio’s The World Poetry Reading Series, http://worldpoetry.ca, at 1:10 pm PST, on Thursday 9 August.

I shall be discussing (and reading from) my forthcoming collection “The Writer’s Pen And Other Poems”.

I am grateful to Ariadne Saw...

There Was A Young Poet Called Kim

There was a young poet called Kim
Who dated a fireman named Jim.
On discovering that he didn’t like verse
Matters went from bad to worse
So she dumped that fireman named Jim!

There was a young poet called Kim
Who dated a fireman named Jim.
The vicar looked black
And said “alas, alack
I fear that Kim is wasted on Jim!”.

A Short Introduction to the Haiku

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An overview of the haiku as a poetic form

Many of the things we think we know about the Japanese poetic form of the haiku are inaccurate, if not downright incorrect. The common perception, or understanding, of the haiku might be summarised as follows: ‘The haiku is a short Japanese poem containing 17 syllables, following a tradition, and a name, that remains unchanged after centuries.’ There are, however, several problems with such a definition of the haiku, which this...

When A Lazy Young Author Called Gwen

When a lazy young author called Gwen
Sat on a very sharp pen,
She said, with a squeal
“I really do feel
That I ought to start writing again!”.

I Know A Young Lady Called Bess

I know a young lady called Bess
Who wears a little black dress.
She is extremely pretty
And always witty
But her hair’s such a terrible mess!

I know a young lady called Bess
Who stole a little black dress.
A policeman named More
Said “stop in the name of the law!
My love for you I must confess!”.

William Blake finally honoured with a gravestone at his final resting place

William Blake finally honoured with a gravestone at his final resting place

She, Being Tired

She, being tired
He allowed her to stay.
No longer desired
For he had had his way
With her.
Was it compassion that did stir
Within?
Twas regret for what
Some call sin,
Though not enough
For him to be done with such stuff.

Passion hot
Does soon cool
And the fool
Is left
Bereft .
His heart full
Of a dull
Sympathy
For a she
Who is he.

Kevin’s poetry to be featured on the World Poetry Reading Series, at 1:10 pm on Thursday 9 August

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I am pleased to announce that I shall be appearing on Vancouver Co-op Radio’s The World Poetry Reading Series, http://worldpoetry.ca, at 1:10 pm PST, on Thursday 9 September. I shall be discussing (and reading from) my forthcoming collection “The Writer’s Pen And Other Poems”.

I am grateful to Ariadne Sawyer of The World Poetry Reading Series for her kind invitation to appear on her show. I hope that you will join me this coming Thursday.

For those of you who are unable to do so, I shall li...

Forthcoming Poetry Pamphlet

For some time now, I have been working on a new collection of poems which will, I hope be published in September. The pamphlet, which contains a total of 44 poems, is entitled “The Writer’s Pen and Other poems”. Below is one of the poems which will be included:

“My hair is barely wet
At all
And yet
The rain did fall
As I stood
In yonder wood.

The yammer
Of a hammer
Reached my ear,
While the birds free
Sang to me
As I touched the flowers
That know not hours”.

My pamphlet will be available i...