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January 3, 2024

Wet Grass

December has become January.

Alas last summer’s grass

Is a quagmire.

We all desire

The spring to come

But the grass

On which I stood

Remains as mud.

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Published on January 03, 2024 07:39

Love

After an evening of laughter,

Restaurants and wine,

You took off your robe.

Now I find

Girl’s heels in my wardrobe

You left behind.

 

Am I a mere magpie?

I have found earrings

And other such similar things

Young women leave behind.

But love would be divine.

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Published on January 03, 2024 03:56

January 2, 2024

Drains Gurgling with Rain

I pass by

Drains gurgling with rain.

How quickly rain

Drains away.

 

 

You and I

Are like the rain.

But rain

Does not die.

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Published on January 02, 2024 10:21

January 1, 2024

A Poem for the New Year

“Janus” appears in my collection “More Poetic Meanderings”, which was published in 2023:

 

 

Janus waits in the wings.

As with previous dead years

He will bring

Laughter and tears.

 

Doors open and close.

The futurologist thinks he knows

What the future holds.

 

But Janus thumbs his nose,

And history goes

On as before;

And where it goes

Heaven only knows.

 

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Published on January 01, 2024 03:01

Happy New Year!

A very happy new year to all of my readers! I hope 2024 is a good year for you all.

 

Best wishes. Kevin

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Published on January 01, 2024 02:16

December 31, 2023

Sunlight

This sunlight

On the wall.

The clock’s

Quiet tick tock.

This birdcall.

My dog on this matt.

I know that

All delight ends in night.

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Published on December 31, 2023 02:53

December 30, 2023

Hang the Jumper (a Tongue Twister)

Hang the jumper

On the hanger

In the handy

Hanging wardrobe.

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Published on December 30, 2023 08:21

A Kind of Song

I awake by you,

(Your headphones in).

I guess they quiet

The inner din

Of your unquiet mind)

 

Despite my desire

To avoid your fire

I have held you tight

For another night

Finding in your kiss

A kind of passing bliss

Tasting of perfume

Cigarettes and regret.

 

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Published on December 30, 2023 05:49

December 29, 2023

When my Busy Thoughts

When my busy thoughts

For a moment, stop,

I become aware

Of the clock

Ticking away my day.

 

I may turn away

And write.

But old Time

Will not delay

The night

To accommodate my rhyme.

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Published on December 29, 2023 04:55

I Met a Young Man Named Wong

I met a young man named Wong

Who spoke of wine, women and song.

When I said, “is that Housman?”,

He said, “no, it is Dowson!”.

He’s an educated young man is Wong!

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Published on December 29, 2023 03:34