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October 8, 2017

Two of my earlier poems

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Below are 2 poems, “The Girl Who Wasn’t There” and “Two Voices”.

Both poems can be found in my collection of poetry, “The Girl Who Wasn’t There”, which was published in September 2015 and can be found HERE.

I am the girl who wasn’t there.
I did not sit upon that chair,
Playing provocatively with my hair.
I did not drink that expensive wine,
While gazing on your paintings fine.
I did not recline under the quilt so red,
Or moan with ecstasy in your bed.
If, by chance, an earring she should f...

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Published on October 08, 2017 00:06

October 7, 2017

There Was A Young Man Named Sleary

There was a young man named Sleary
Who advocated Marx’s theory.
When his ideas failed to come to fruition
He said “the people require more tuition,
For there is nothing wrong with the theory!”.


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Published on October 07, 2017 07:39

Three

Two is company but three
Is a crowd you see.
Yet for some three is the magic number.
Fear of judgement may encumber
The desire to fish
But still waters run deep
And the wish
To sleep
May overtake
And secret fires wake


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Published on October 07, 2017 05:26

There Was A Young Poet Named Zeff

There was a young poet named Zeff
Who wrote a poem about death.
The Grim Reaper heaved a great sigh
And said “I have long pondered on why
You poets are so obsessed with death”.


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Published on October 07, 2017 04:22

Random Acts of Poetry Day October 7

Thanks to Annette for bringing this day to my attention.

Annette Rochelle Aben

Calling ALL scribes!  This is a terrific opportunity for you to let your voice be heard, as Saturday, October 7th is

RANDOM ACTS of POETRY DAY

 Whoa!  Are they sure they know what they are doing here?  Unleashing bards and bardettes from all over the world to explode with poetic joy, any and every where they are?  Methinks, this could be one for the books…

or walls…

or coffee houses…

All of you who have a poem or...

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Published on October 07, 2017 04:11

October 6, 2017

Sue Vincent’s #Writephoto, Change of Season  – Bob Fairfield

Being blind I can not see the photograph. I am, however rather taken with the poem.

Sue Vincent's Daily Echo

A

shaft

of light

illuminates one tree

and silhouettes in stark relief

the ravages of Autumn’s dessicating wind and warmth

Source:  Change of Season

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Published on October 06, 2017 02:14

October 5, 2017

Das Kapital Anyone?

In a Guardian comment piece entitled “The truth about Capitalism is out as Marx’s magic cap starts to slip”, Giles Fraser, an inner city priest in London launches a frontal attack on capitalism and, in essence argues that Karl Marx’s analysis of Capitalism is correct, https://www.theguardian.com/commentisfree/belief/2017/oct/05/the-truth-about-capitalism-is-out-as-marxs-magic-cap-starts-to-slip.

The article contains many weaknesses:

1. Fraser fails to mention the many crimes committed by Comm...

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Published on October 05, 2017 22:58

Ten Things You Might Not Know About Famous Poets

Interesting Literature

In this special guest post, Ana Sampson offers some fascinating facts about classic poets

Matthew Arnold struggled a bit with the ageing process

At Oxford University, Arnold made a name for himself as something of a dandy. It was only when he fell in love, and needed to prove that he had prospects, that he finally settled into the position of Schools Inspector, rattling around provincial Victorian Britain on the newborn railway network. Most of his poetry was written d...

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Published on October 05, 2017 07:41

Party Girl

She was a party girl
Her head in a whirl
Of boys
And expensive toys.

She offered
“No strings fun”
In exchange for money proffered
By those who would
(if they only could)
outrun
The solemn tick tock
Of the ever present clock.

She was gone one day,
Who can say
Where?
Few care
To know.
The man of the world shrugs.
“Drugs.
Best not go
There.
She had naturally blonde hair
I think.
Will you take another drink?”


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Published on October 05, 2017 04:59