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February 21, 2018

A Call for Submissions: Future Poems!

Suzannah Evans

future-subsRead the call for submissions on the Emma Press website and SUBMIT YOUR POEMS!

I’m really excited to be working with the amazing Emma Press, whose themed and illustrated anthologies are such things of beauty, as well as dry-witted fellow apocalyptician (that’s a mixture between apocalypse and magician and I’m not sure it works) Tom Sastry on this anthology. We want your poems about the future, whatever kind of future that might be: dystopian, utopian, one where we’re at the m...

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Published on February 21, 2018 13:06

Another poem from my Youtube channel

“I Saw A Great Tent” can be found in my collection of poetry “My Old Clock I Wind”, http://moyhill.com/clock/.

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Published on February 21, 2018 05:52

February 19, 2018

I Hear The Tide’s Roar

I hear the tide’s roar
In a shell
That I keep near to me.
‘Tis some time since I walked along the shore.
But I know well
That the sea
Yearns to be free.

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Published on February 19, 2018 23:00

Love Unrequited

“Unrequited” can be found in “Refractions” by K Morris

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Published on February 19, 2018 12:26

February 18, 2018

There Was A Young Lady Named Ling

There was a young lady named Ling.
We met at the start of spring.
She said “nature is budding.
Do have some Christmas pudding”.
But it really wasn’t my fing!

There was a young lady named Ling.
We met at the start of spring.
She heaved a great sigh
And said “I don’t know why
The spring it rhymes with Ling”.

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Published on February 18, 2018 22:44

Fleeting

My poem, “Leaves Blown At Night”, came to me as I walked with my guide dog, Trigger, on a December evening in Liverpool. The leaves blowing around my feet reminded me of the fleetingness of things and, in particular my own mortality

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Published on February 18, 2018 07:55

Though She Be Hot

Though she
Be hot
He knows her not.

Though the maid
She stayed
And she
Be hot
He knows her not.

Though they did converse
Tis perverse
That she
Be hot
Yet he knows her not.

Though she
Be hot
She knows him not.

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Published on February 18, 2018 06:37

10 Of The Best Poems About Darkness

A good selection of poems about darkness on the site Interesting Literature, including Thomas Hardy’s “The Darkling Thrush”, which is one of my favourite poems. To read “10 of the best poems about darkness” please visit, https://interestingliterature.com/2018/02/14/10-of-the-best-poems-about-darkness/.

I have myself written several poems about darkness, including “Midnight” which is reproduced below:

“Midnight, black as pitch.
No scheming demon, ghost, nor witch.
Only the darkness, which in t...

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Published on February 18, 2018 05:36

“Nothing matters very much, and few things matter at all”

I am a great lover of quotations. I recently came across the below quotation by Arthur Balfour, which struck a chord with me:

“Nothing matters very much, and few things matter at all”.

In his work “The Conservative Party from Peel to Churchill”, the late Lord Robert Blake writes of Balfour in the following terms:

“The new Prime Minister was a person of immense charm, great intellectual power, and much political sagacity. Like his uncle, he took it for granted that parliamentary democracy woul...

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Published on February 18, 2018 04:22

February 17, 2018

Oft Of A Summer’s Day

Oft of a summer’s day
Have I turned away
To write.
I shall go out tomorrow
And forget my words
In the singing of birds.

But when night
Falls, I shall return what I borrow
From my ever present friend
Old Father Time
And my brief rhyme
Shall reach it’s end.

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Published on February 17, 2018 04:08