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A Man May Say and Do

A man may say and do
That which causes the majority to
View him as arrogant and aloof,
Yet he may, nonetheless speak truth
While many a lie
Is told by Mr nice guy …

#Poetryreadathon – Poetry, poetry everywhere Part 1

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I have recently launched a book of poetry, together with fellow South African, Kim Blades. In celebration of this achievement which I have been working on for the past five years, I have decided to host a Poetry Readathon on my blog starting on 1 December 2018 and ending on 15 January 2019.

Part 1 of the Poetry Readathon will comprise of reading and reviewing poetry books. I have selected eight books below for you to choose from if you would like to participate.  You ca...

The Seasons

Over the last couple of days it certainly has felt as though winter is well and truly on his way.

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Leaves swish, like water
As I walk through
Them to reach the park. ‘Tis true
Autumn is still here,
Yet, I fear that winter will give no quarter,
For each season does murder it’s daughter,
Who dies not but rather sleeps
And creeps
Forth to softly kill
Her father who will
Rise once more.

As it was before
So it will remain. The perpetual cycle
Of the seasons, a vital order does brin...

When A Young Man of Bristol

When a young man of Bristol
Wounded me with his pistol
It was over a girl
(Her name was Pearl)
Or maybe it was Crystal …

A Man by the Name of Cook

A man by the name of Cook

Published a very long book.

It was entitled “The Tank”

But, all it’s pages being blank

I couldn’t judge that book …

Writing Robots

“As the demand for internet content increases steadily, AI content bots become more crucial. That’s because of the sheer demand for information and constant
updates. To stay on top of the search engine results page and remain SEO-focused, bloggers and webmasters need to produce new content consistently — and
not all of it needs to be empathetic, prose-like or high quality”.

It’s the words “and not all of it needs to be empathetic, prose-like or high quality”, (particularly those 2 words “hig...

There Once Was A Lady Called Rose

There once was a lady called Rose
Who always wore lots of clothes.
In the hot summer weather
She dressed all in leather
And a rose it grew in her nose.

When A Young Lady of Bath

When a young lady of Bath
(who is always up for a laugh)
Comes round to mine
We drink fine wine
While soaking in the bath …

The Ribbon

The snow white ribbon in her hair
She undid
When she got there
And with reluctance slid
In
To sin.

Twas a game To him,
(He meant no harm
But he could not resist the charm
Of her ribbon pure white
On that so ordinary night).

Her ribbon she wore
Once more
As she closed the door
Leaving him behind.
But she did find,
That after that night
Her ribbon did seem, less than white.

There Was A Young Man Called Good

There was a young man called Good
Who went for a walk in the wood
Where he met a girl named Louise
Who offered to please,
As she was far from good …

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There was a young man called Good
Who fell asleep in the wood
Where a nymph named calypso
Pinched his big toe
In the depths of that deep dark wood