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The Fall

Verdant flowers.
Lovers under a tree
Taste fruit.
Unnoticed, a serpent slithers.

Sometimes I Would That I Could Write About Flowers

Sometimes I would
That I could
Write about flowers,
Yet the night
Hours slowly pass
And my thought
Runs on lass
And ought?

‘Tis strange how interpretations differ.
Some will
Read a poem “as is”,
But what is “as is?”

When all is still
At night
The poet may
Stay away
And write
A verse
Or, with a curse
Taste the apple of Eve
Although he does know
That he should leave
The fruit, once sweet
Untasted, he will eat.

“On The Brink Of A Pit”, by David Holbrook, Analysis

In “On The Brink Of A pit”, David Holbrook describes taking his daughter, Kate to a party being held to celebrate the 12th birthday of her Jewish friend, Melanie.

The friendship between the 2 children is very close:

“I took our child to her party, carrying a book-token
Covered in child-gay seals, because they love one another”.

And:
“Melanie assured me with her guileless big blue eyes
Her father would bring Kate home, fondly drew her into the house”.

Here we have a beautiful picture of 2...

Under The Sterile Sheet

Under the sterile
Sheet they meet
For a while,
And smile
The smile
Of the crocodile.

When A Young Lady Named Ria

When a young lady whose name is Ria
Wore a dress both short and sheer,
A cyclist called Mike
Fell off his bike,
And they married the very next year.

When A Young Lady Named Rose

When a young lady named Rose
Bought a set of completely clear clothes,
The people, being rude
Said, “you are nude!”,
Why they said that, nobody knows!

When A Waitress Whose Name Is Fay

When a waitress whose name is Fay
Said, “your bill you must certainly pay”,
I asked her to dance,
But, when she looked askance,
I ran like the clappers away!

Some Girls Dance For The Love Of The Thing

Some girls dance
For the love of the thing,
And others For the security that a ring
does bring.
While others, with a fixed smile
Dance in bed
For they have bills to pay
Although it has been said
That some would rather be dead
Than go down that way.
Be that as it may
Will you condemn
Those who with men
Consort for pay
When the wolf
is baying at the door
And call them, “Whore”?
Or will you
Metaphorically flay
The lonely men
Who pay
For company,
And more
With a girl you label “Whore”?
Tell me
Wh...

A Young Lady Whose Name Is Lou

A young lady whose name is Lou
Has an obsession involving strong glue.
She is extremely posh
And has lots of dosh,
And she’s rather stuck up is Lou!

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A young lady whose name is Lou
Has an obsession involving strong glue.
She is extremely posh
And has lots of dosh,
But she’s not as stuck up as you!

Guest author: Kevin Morris ~ Raining

My thanks to Sue Vincent for hosting me on her website. Kevin

Sue Vincent's Daily Echo

“I awoke to the rain

Drumming on my window pane.

Opening my lattice I let it in

The purifying water that washes away sin.

The hypnotic sound

Of rain falling all around.

All my life I have listened to the rain.

The same drumming

Of water coming

From the sky

Falling on you and I.

The rain has no end

But you and I my friend

May listen for a while

Smile

Then pass on by”.

“Raining” can be found in “Lost in the...