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My work featured in Vancouver Co-Op Radio’s The World Poetry Reading Series Christmas Broadcast

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I was delighted to receive an email from Ariadne Sawyer, the producer of The World Poetry Reading Series on Vancouver Co-Op Radio, in which she informs me that my work has been featured in a broadcast on Thursday 20 December, http://www.coopradio.org/content/world-poetry-café-23.

Earlier in the year I was honoured to be interviewed by Ariadne regarding my book “The Writer’s Pen and Other Poems”, and a segment of that interview appears approximately 20 minutes into the Christmas broadcast, in...

Awaking As The Clock Struck Midnight

Awaking as the clock struck midnight
I saw a young lady in white.
When I said, “are you a vampire?”
She replied, “no squire,
I’m an actress who works at night”.

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Awaking as the clock struck midnight
I saw a young lady in white.
When I said, “are you a vampire?”
She replied, “’tis my desire
To act in a play tonight …”.

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Awaking as my clock struck midnight
I saw a young woman in white.
When I said, “are you a ghoul?”
She replied, “no, you fool!
I’m a thief who works at night!”.

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Awakin...

A Naughty Young Lady Called Bright

A naughty young lady called Bright
Keeps me awake at night
By playing on the violin
In my kitchen bin
As the cats they yowl and fight!

There Was A Young Lady of Madrid

There was a young lady of Madrid
Who in my bedroom hid.
When my wife Jane
Returned from Spain
I hid with that young lady of Madrid.

What Makes a Good Poem?

A good article entitled “What Makes a Good Poem”. I agree with most of what is written, particularly the below,
“Economy of language: In most cases, if you can express something clearly and fully in a hundred words, you shouldn’t use a thousand. Language that is concise
is more memorable and resonates more deeply than verbiage, which tends to feel messy”.

I have often read a poem and thought that, had it been shorter, the work in question would have possessed greater impact.

To read the art...

50 Soon

50 soon.
The moon
Will wax and wane
As it must.
And the sun will rise and set
On my joy and regret.

Everything will remain
The same.
And the dust
Laughs at my lust

There Was A Young Lady Called Lou

There was a young lady called Lou
Who, at Christmas lost a shoe.
Her mother, Jane
Did bitterly complain
As she lost a stocking too!

There Once Was A Poet Who, At Christmastime

There once was a poet who, at Christmastime
Began to compose a rhyme.
He started drinking at ten
And I don’t know when
He will get round to finishing that rhyme …

There Was A Young Lady Called Holly

There was a young lady called Holly
Who wrote a rhyme far from jolly.
But when a handsome stranger named Mow
Kissed her under the mistletoe
She composed a rhyme most jolly!

When A Drunken Young Man Called Mow

When a drunken young man named Mow
Kissed a girl under the mistletoe
She squealed with delight
And they married next night.
That hasty young couple I know!