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Despair

Have a care
For oft times despair
Comes upon a man unaware
And does him hold
In it’s cold
And empty stare.

(This poem was composed on 10 November 2016. I did consider whether it should be longer. However where it to be of greater duration, I would, perforce have had more to say. I did not, for the feeling of despair has no expression other than a sense of cold and blank emptiness. Consequently to say more would have been to employ words for the sake of employing them.
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There Was A Young Man Called Marcello

There was a young man called Marcello
Who loved to play on the cello.
He wasn’t very good
And his neighbours would
Bang on the walls and bellow!

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There was a young man called Marcello
Who loved to play on the cello.
He played at night,
Giving his neighbours a fright.
They would bellow, “stop that racket Marcello”!

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There Was A Young God Called Ra

There was a young god called Ra
Who borrowed his girlfriend’s bra,
To use as a duster.
It was all he could muster.
There relationship didn’t go very far!

Lost Sheep

An angel in heels high
Caused a shepherd to sigh
And ponder on why
The red sky
At night
Brings him delight,
While come the dawn
He does mourn
And think on lost sheep
And perchance, weep.

(http://www.phrases.org.uk/meanings/red-sky-at-night.html).

Forthcoming Interview On Croydon Radio (Saturday 26 November at 5:15 pm)

I am pleased to announce that Croydon Radio (http://croydonradio.com/) will be interviewing me, regarding my latest collection of poetry, “Refractions”, at 5:15 pm (UK time) on Saturday 26 November.
This is my second appearance on Croydon Radio. For my previous interview, in which I discuss my collection of poetry, “Lost in the Labyrinth of My Mind” please visit (http://moyhill.com/lost/assets/km-interview-croydon-radio-2016-04-09-16-00-53-edited-64k.mp3). For “Refractions please go to (https...

There Was A Young Lady Called May

There was a young lady called May
Who spent all her time in play.
Her boss said,
As he shook his head,
“In this job you can not stay”!

FREEBIE ALERT! My Story A Day eBook 2013 (31 shorts) is free today Sunday 6 November

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FREEBIE ALERT! Hello everyone. I’m delighted to share with you that my Story A Day eBook 2013 (31 shorts) is free todayhttp://mybook.to/StoryADayVol3(this link leads to the Amazon page in your country).

Story A Day May 2013 comprises the 31 short stories and flash fictions written from daily prompts during May 2013. The stories in these collections vary in length, point of view (first, second and thir...

There Was A Young Man Called Bert

There was a young man called Bert
Who was never very alert.
When they found him dead
The undertaker said,
“Now he is truly inert”!

How Nice It Is To Drink Coffee

How nice
To drink a coffee as I think
About what to write, but try as I might
There is no delight
For I find that coffee spilt
Wilt
My device break
And I have had to take
The darned thing almost thrice
To the store.
No more
Shall I drink
As I think
While sitting next to my machine
For I glean
That computers and drinks do not mix
And laptops can not always be fixed …!