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February 9, 2019
A Young Lady Whose Name Is Leigh
A young lady whose name is Leigh
Asked me round for tea.
My girlfriend Lou
Came along too,
And spilled my cup of tea!
A Girl Gave Me Daffodils Today
A girl gave me daffodils today.
I said
“Thank you” (as I ought).
Some of them are, already, dead
“Can You Hear The Birds?” She Said
“Can you hear the birds?” she said
As we lay
In bed.
I pondered on our play
Of yesterday,
And On is and ought.
And on how she
And me
Have more in common than I thought.
February 8, 2019
A Young Lady Who Is Divine
A young lady who is divine
Invited me out to dine.
But a waiter named Jim
Said, “that’s my girlfriend Kim”!
So I smiled and ordered the wine.
February 7, 2019
When A Young Man Whose Name Is Moore
When a young man whose name is Moore
Called me a crushing bore,
I spoke of pink plastic ducks
And multicoloured rubber hooks,
But first I locked the door!
A Review of My book, “The Writer’s Pen and Other Poems” of
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Kevin
There Was A Young Man Named Moore
There was a young man named Moore
Who had lovers by the score.
But his wife Jane
Began to complain,
So he cut them down to 4!
February 6, 2019
ICE CAPS ARE MELTING
By Charles Robert Lindholm
Ice Caps Are Melting
Faster Than We Thought
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Counting Sheep
When he asked her to dress that way,
There was nothing to say
Other than for her
To concur
With his wish,
For a man must have his favourite dish.
Did she care
About what she had to do?
The high-heel shoe
She already had, and the short dress
To. Although I must confess
That I know not
What she thought. But, at any rate
Her recompense
Was great
Redress for any sense
That she was being abused
(And girls choose
To wear such shoes
Do they not)?
And his expense
Was huge.
As for the aftermath,...
February 5, 2019
No Alarm
This poem can be found in my collection, “Refractions”, which is available in the Amazon Kindle store.
Reaching for the alarm that wakes
He takes
A step into the unknown.
Breakfast will, he thinks, Be followed by leaving home
For work.
No sudden jerk
Of fear,
Just the passing thought, death is always near
And one day all will
Be still
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