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Red Beach

A red beach.
The tide’s reach
Will wash away
This human clay.
Today
The mercenaries
Will take their pay.

Mad, bad and dangerous to know

I am in need of a trip to the barber’s, (I fully intend to pay a visit this weekend)! The length of my hair caused an acquaintance to remark that I had a “Byronic” look. Does that mean that I am, as Lady Caroline Lamb remarked of Lord Byron, “mad, bad and dangerous to know” I wonder?!

Mind your Phrases!

The producers of “Game of Thrones” threatened to sue a 13-year-old girl for using the phrase “winter is coming” in art work she had uploaded to the internet and shared on social media. The producers of “Game of Thrones” argue that the phrase is central to the series and they own the rights to it.
On the face of it this is a worrying development. Copyright is there to protect the intellectual property of creatives (authors, painters, poets etc). It plays a vital role in ensuring the creator of...

Posting A Letter

Posting a letter yesterday,
On my way
To the pub,
I pondered on this red survivor of a vanishing age.

People flip the page
On devices unknown
In my youth.
Wrapped up in their phone
Do they ponder on the age-old truth
That all fades away, as the vehicles that wiz so fast
By this survivor from the past?

I remember a time when the postman brought more than junk mail.
Now when the email fails
We are all at sea,,
While the luddite in me
Yearns for letters and the feel
Of something real.

There Was A Young Lady Called Rose

There was a young lady called Rose
Who decided a poem to compose.
She wrote a verse most fine,
While drunk on cheap wine
And tattooed it right on her nose …!

A useful list of internet radio stations

A useful list of internet radio stations, many of which I was unfamiliar with until I came across them in The Telegraph, http://www.telegraph.co.uk/radio/what-to-listen-to/the-best-internet-radio-stations/.
While I don’t have my own internet radio station, I do post recordings of many of my poems on Youtube. To visit my Youtube channel please go here, https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCN3pONsulEAkJdLcwDQMi9A.

Kevin

Where we going?.

A beautiful poem. Kevin

Jay

Where poets meet to write about hopes and dreams

Stare into night given skies

Filled with constellations

So beautiful they are

As the moon offers a cradle

To sleep

Once words have been placed

On parched paper

Knowing they weep

poet NbJ

photo taken 2006

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Relaxing

Yesterday (Saturday 10 December) I had been concentrating on my writing for a protracted period. I had gone into my living room in order to take a break from the creative process. My mind was, however still busily turning over ideas and I was not, in truth in a state of relaxation. Then, suddenly I heard a snorting noise and my guide dog, Trigger presented me with a rope toy he had received as a present from a colleague. I began tugging. Trigger, his tail waving madly pulled in the opposite d...

There Was A Young Man Called Pailing

There was a young man called Pailing
Who owned a goat named Grayling.
One day the animal got out,
And his neighbour did shout,
“Pailing! Grayling has just eaten my railing …!”

The Acid Bath Murders

Yesterday evening I watched a chilling though fascinating programme about the acid bath murderer, John George Haigh. Born into a deeply religious family (his parents where Plymouth Brethren, a strict protestant sect), Haigh progressed from terms of imprisonment for fraud to murdering 6 people. The killings took place in order that Haigh could steal his victims money, much of which he spent on gambling.
Haigh’s last victim was his undoing. He shot and dissolved in acid a 69-year-old fellow hot...