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August Rain

Standing at my open window

I scent the garden below,

Sweetened by this August rain.

Some have never seen

The garden made green

By rain.

But must,

inhale dust.

And black tarmac.

As Ghosts They Come

As ghosts they come

Often when the sun

Is burning.

And, when the sun

Does set,

Oft you will find

His mind

Turning,

To thoughts of regret.

One day

They

Will no longer come

And the sun

Will, forever set

On his regret.

Some readers may engage

With a yellowing page.

And vampire

And desire.

A new horror anthology

I look forward to reading this horror anthology.

I am participating in another Box under the Bed series anthology of horror stories, edited by Dan Alatorre.

I have participated in two previous anthologies in this series. Dark Visions, published in 2018, had my stories The Willow Tree and The Haunting of William.

Nightmareland, published in 2019, features three of my short stories, The Siren Witch, Death Without Honour and The Path to Atonement.

The new book is called...

At School, I Read Freely

At school, I read freely

Of Kipling’s poetry.

No one told me

What my thought ought

To be.

Today there is an urge

To purge

His poetry.

Yet, in “Recessional”, we see

The fire of empire die.

They hector

And lecture.

While I,

And those like me,

Retreat into our poetry.

A Lady Who Is Just Over 40

A lady who is just over 40

Is rather pretty, and really quite naughty.

Her husband Ray

Is away today.

As for me, I’m feeling quite naughty!

Muse

She has long dark hair.

Nothing to bind

Him there.

It is not that kind

Of affair.

She is there

For a time.

Caught in his rhyme.

A something, of art

But no part

Of his heart.

Is the poet’s duty

To beauty?

Art may uglify.

Yet truth is beauty,

And poets lie.

Shirley

There was a young lady named Shirley

Whose hair was both long and curly.

When it fell right off

She said, with a cough,

“This life, it doesn’t treat me fairly!”.

When A Young Lady Riding A Fox

When a young lady riding a fox

Said, “do you like my new socks?”.

I said, “too many young women

Are fond of nothing but sinning.

And that fox has eaten your socks!”.

A 4 Star Review of My Book “Light and Shade: Serious (and Not So Serious) Poems”

I was delighted to receive a 4 star review of my book, “Light and Shade”:

“This is a short book of contemporary poetry and limericks, many of which are either pandemic themed or in some way fitting to today’s turbulent times.

I enjoyed this book very much …”.

To read the review in full please visit, https://www.goodreads.com/review/show/3503147312?book_show_action=true&from_review_page=1.

“Light and Shade” is available in Kindle and paperback, and can be found here https://www.amazon.com/Light-...

Lust

When old men

Lust

After young women.

You will find

Dust,

And sinning

On their mind.