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I Know A Girl Called Miss Shakespeare

I know a girl called Miss Shakespeare

Who has pulled me many a beer.

The old barman, named Macbeth,

Bores us all to death.

And King Duncan is off his beer.

SO INCREDIBLY HAPPY

Congratulations to Lorraine for having 6 of her poems included in this poetry collection. I am a fan of Lorraine’s work.

I am feeling the most incredible feelings today – sitting here holding in my hands a book. It is called FAE DREAMS, published by FAE CORPS PUBLISHING INC in which six of my poems have been published. WOW!

When I first started writing poetry seriously I never thought I would ever be published, i did not think I was good enough!

I did self publish six books which I sold fo...

Caught, Between Cassandra and Pangloss

Caught, between Cassandra and Pangloss,

We know not what

To think. So drink

To the great Pangloss.

But, in our empty glass,

We find the Trojan lass.

Whilst Visiting the Great Count Dracula

Whilst visiting the great Count Dracula

I said, “your view is truly spectacular.

But your breath is quite foul,

And those wolves they do howl!

I regret I must leave Castle Dracula!”.

When My Friend Whose Name is Katie

When my friend whose name is Katie

Said, “I want to discuss something weighty”.

I said, “you’re not fat”,

And she really liked that.

But I felt bad lying to Katie!

Flaws

Should I repent

Of her sweet scent?

She is free

Yet, her scent

Is costly to me.

Am I responsible for society,

With all of it’s flaws?

Heels click on floors.

And I ponder on the responsibility

Of her, and me, and society.

MY POETRY

I am an admirer of Lorraine’s work, and would recommend taking a look at her blog. Kevin

I’m really not that sophisticated! I write poetry from my heart. It might not be “up there” with the good poets, but I try to put into words feelings and experiences the best way that I can. Feelings and experiences of all kinds.

I have done many poetry courses and got Diplomas and things. It was on those courses that I learned the different forms of poetry, and discovered a certain freedom in writing...

There Once Was A Poet From Gwent

There once was a poet from Gwent

Who, having all his meagre earnings spent

In his local sauna,

On pretty Miss Lorna.

Composed a poem about paying the rent!

The Fryer’s Hair Dryer

When I met an extremely wizened old fryer

Drying my wet lawn with his hair dryer,

And I said, “why dry this grass?”.

He said, “sir, all things must pass”.

And I wept over that fryer’s hair dryer!

Sally

I know a young lady named Sally

With whom I’m more than just pally.

She often visits my house,

But not with her spouse.

As with him I’m not that pally!