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Sugar

From time to time the newspapers and other media carry stories regarding so-called “sugar dating”. “Sugar Dating” entails a man (usually called a “Sugar Daddy”) providing ongoing financial support to a young woman (a “Sugar Babe”) in return for companionship and (almost always) the provision of sexual services. Frequently such articles glamorise “Sugar Dating”, while the more level headed among us see the practice for what it is (a form of prostitution).
The below poem makes no comment on the...

I shall go and listen to the rain

I shall go
And listen to the rain
Pattering on my window pane,
For I know
Not when it will end
And silence descend

Its my blog and I’ll swear if I like …

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I recently read a post in which the author liberally employed the use of expletives/swear words. The article was on the subject of marketing and made a number of valid points. However the utilisation of foul language detracted from the points being made (to my mind at least) and had it not been for the employment of swear words I would have shared on Twitter.

I don’t consider myself to be a prude. There is a place in factual articles for...

Book by Kevin Morris printed

My thanks to Rhyme for promoting my collection of poetry “My Old Clock I Wind”.

Rhyme

Rhyme is pleased to announce to its readers that Kevin Morris’ new collection of poetry “My Old Clock I Wind” is now avaliable both in print and electronic formats. Here’s our interview with Kevin.

Readers from the UK can meet the poet live at a public readingof his new book on
Wednesday 5th July at 6.30 pm.

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There Was A Young Lady Called Yvette

There was a young lady called Yvette
Who owned a very strange pet.
It had 2 heads and one eye.
Oh dear readers I sigh,
As that pet ate poor Yvette …!

A Long Way Back

The barefoot girl who never was
Because
The beach
Remained out of reach
To me.
I hear the sea
And feel the sand
But I can not command
Your hand into mine,
For I find
That you are a mermaid of my mind,
Or perhaps half real,
Though one can not a kiss seal
With a middle-aged man’s hazy recollection
Of a perfection of skin
And imagined sin.

Shrouded

Shrouded in the sheet
They meet
And greet

Footprints in the sand

“Footprints in the sand”.
“His? or hers?”
“Who cares?
For they end in the sea
And its impossible to discern
Whether they return”.

There was a young lady called Heather

There was a young lady called Heather,
Who was most terribly clever.
She wrote poetry that no one could understand
And was lauded throughout the land,
By critics, who thought her most terribly clever!

A review of “My Old Clock I Wind and Other Poems”

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Many thanks to Victoria Zigler for her review of my recently released collection of poetry, “My Old Clock I Wind and Other Poems”. To read the review please visit http://ziglernews.blogspot.co.uk/2017/06/poetry-book-my-old-clock-i-wind-and.html.

To purchase the book (in print or ebook formats) please visit the publisher’s website http://moyhill.com/clock/.

“My Old Clock I Wind” is also available (ebook only) in the Amazon Kindle store and can be found here https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0735JBVB...