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There Was A Young Lady Called Yvette

There was a young lady called Yvette
Who said, “I have met
Many a man,
Who says “I can”
But afterwards does forget …!”

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There was a young lady called Yvette
Who said, “my heart is set
On meeting a good man,
Although I think I can
More easily find a pet …!”

News Snippets

Three pieces of news:

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1. As many of you will know, I will be interviewed, on Thursday 12 January, by Ariadne Sawyer, regarding my poetry.

The interview (which will include me reading a couple of my poems) will take place at 1:40 pm PST (9:40 pm UK time) and will be broadcast on Vancouver Co-Op Radio

2. I have added a widget enabling readers to follow me by email. I was prompted to do so as a consequence of an email from a follower who indicated that they would prefer to follow my site in th...

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There Was A Young Man Called Strong

There was a young man called Strong
Who sang a comic song.
When the audience looked bored,
He thought “oh lord,
I have sung this song too long!”

Guest post; Leaves Blown At Night

Many thanks to Roberta for publishing my poem, “Leaves Blown at Night” as a guest post on her blog.

Roberta Pimentel

Leaves blown at night.
Delight
Sorrow.
This moment we borrow
And think of a tomorrow
That may never come.
We run
Perchance have fun
Then, ‘Tis done.

Author page: https://newauthoronline.com

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That Old Fox

In my bed.
My head
Filled with warm fuzzy thought.
Falling
Into the arms of sleep,
My attention is suddenly caught
By the bark
Of the fox calling
In the dark.

He is my old enemy and friend
And will be with me at the end.
One can pretend
Otherwise
And gaze in mock surprise
When his final bark is heard.
But, in the end
It is that old fox, death, who will have the last word.

NO TOMORROW

I am going to die tomorrow,
But yet I haven’t been born.
My mother shows no sorrow,
For I am a product of love torn.

I will never see the light of day,
I will never smell a flower,
I will never walk along a waters bay,
Or feel the drop of an Aprils shower.

It hurts for no one to show me love,
I will never be hugged or kissed,
When I have gone to the heavens above,
I wonder if I will be missed.

Today is my last day to live,
My last thought, my last breath.
Just think of...

A PassionateYoung Man Named Seb

A passionate young man named Seb
Decided to trawl the web.
There he met
A girl called Yvette.
She said “I love you my darling honey.
Please send me some money
So we can be together,
Forever and ever”.

Seb dispatched her funds via Western Union
As he longed for a communion,
Holy or otherwise.
But, to his surprise
He has still not met
His true love, Yvette …

There Was A Young Lady Called Yvette

There was a young lady called Yvette
Who while out one night met,
A charming man named Miles.
He was full of smiles.
But afterwards she did regret …

My answers to some questions from a fellow blogger regarding poetry

I was pleased to answer the below questions regarding my views on poetry, which where posed by Olivia Emily of LibroLiv.

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Answers to questions posed by Olivia

1. Do you think that the internet influences the content of modern poetry?

Yes and no. Events which would have received little publicity in the past are featured online for anyone with an internet connection to read about. So, for example a poet may read about a little known civil war (of which he would have been unaware prior to the b...