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January 19, 2017

I Heard An Angel Sigh

I heard an angel sigh
And ask “why oh why
Must I
Fly
In Azure sky.
I spy
A man below
And I would go
Amaying,
But my conscience is asaying
Angels belong up here.
‘Yet ‘tis drear
To see one so handsome and so near!
I fear
That I shall fall
And my angel dust
Shall turn to gall”.

A handsome man, looking upwards, did softly say,
“The day
Is beautiful. Pray
Float down
In your gossamer gown
From that painted sky.
Ney do not resist or frown.
You and I
May our sorrows drown
In yonder pub, for the aud...

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Published on January 19, 2017 07:37

January 18, 2017

On Passing By

The estate agent’s lights fade.
I wander home,
Thinking on other temporary things.


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Published on January 18, 2017 12:14

Inventing a Word for It

Kristen Twardowski

Pop quiz time!

The word “vellichor” is:

a. An adjective describing an agitated, violent state
b. A term taken from Latin meaning “one who sings”
c. The name of an alien species in the “Frigid Worlds” series of sci-fi novels
d. A word indicating the strange wistfulness of used bookstores

Ready? Have you chosen your final answer? No going back and switching to a different choice. No cheating either.

From_One_-Alien_World-_to_Another.jpg

The correct answer is “d“.

Vellichor is “the strange wistfulness of used book...

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Published on January 18, 2017 06:06

How my poems come to me

On 17 January, I received the following comment/question in response to my limerick “There was a young lady called Lou”:
“Do these like, just pop into your mind; or do you have a scrapbook full of them?” (https://newauthoronline.com/2017/01/17/there-was-a-young-lady-called-lou/#comment-49477).

I replied as follows:

“Thank you for your comment. I thought this one up while eating boiled egg on toast and drinking Earl Grey tea this morning! Many of my poems come to me while walking my dog. Being...

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Published on January 18, 2017 05:33

There Was A Young Man Called Mike

There was a young man called Mike
Who said “I can do as I like”.
He two-timed his girl
(her name was Pearl).
She said “Mike, get on your bike!”

The term To “two-time” is an informal way of indicating that someone has been unfaithful to their partner.
Again, the term “on your bike” is an informal way of saying “never darken my door again” or, to put it more bluntly “get lost”!


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Published on January 18, 2017 03:33

January 17, 2017

I have added a search bar to newauthoronline.com

I have now added a search bar to newauthoronline.com which will, I hope make the task of searching for content on this site much easier for my readers. My thanks to Hugh Roberts for prompting me to include this facility, https://hughsviewsandnews.com/2017/01/12/13-weeks-13-quick-blogging-tips-week-1-the-search-bar/.

Kevin


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Published on January 17, 2017 22:46

There Was An Elderly Poet Called Lott

There was an elderly poet called Lott
Who long ago had lost the plot.
He wrote copious amounts of verse,
Which grew worse and worse,
Although Lott knew it not!


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Published on January 17, 2017 03:48

There Was A Young Lady Called Lou

There was a young lady called Lou
Who caused quite a to-do,
When she lost her gown,
In the middle of town.
The crowd it grew and grew!


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Published on January 17, 2017 01:59

There Was A Young Lady Called Tia

There was a young lady called Tia
Who lived in constant fear
Of what walked behind,
For she knew in her mind,
‘Twas the devil who lurked in the rear …!


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Published on January 17, 2017 01:46