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Coop

One day the owl will swoop
And I shall be gone
From the coop
Leaving a few fragments of verse.

It is my
Curse
On hearing the owl’s cry
To think on when I
Shall die

Young Women

In short frocks
And with feet bare
They have no care
For clocks
That whir.

Skim Reading Is The New Normal

My thanks to my friend, Brien for drawing the below article to my attention.

“We need to cultivate a new kind of brain: a “bi-literate” reading brain capable of the deepest forms of thought in either digital or traditional mediums. A great deal hangs on it: the ability of citizens in a vibrant democracy to try on other perspectives and discern truth; the capacity of our children and grandchildren to appreciate and create beauty; and the ability in ourselves to go beyond our present glut of in...

There Was A Young Lady Called Bland

There was a young lady called Bland
Who wanted a one night stand.
I said “that’s all right”,
So she stood there all night.
That strange young lady called Bland!

There was a young lady called Bland
Who wanted a one night stand.
A holy man named Paul
Said “all men fall.
Your wish is my command!”.

Our Golden Age?

Someone or other once remarked that “all political careers end in failure”. One could, I think say the same of literary careers as all writers (irrespective of how successful or otherwise they are) die. However, in another sense some writers will live on through their words, whether they be self-published or published via traditional means. A man may moulder in the grave but his words (as well as his deeds) live on. Kevin

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My guest post on Cyranny’s Cove

My thanks to Cyranny, of Cyranny’s Cove for hosting me on her blog, https://wp.me/p6RxSt-bU1

Parsimonious

The parsimonious man can
Save a good deal of money,
But he rarely gains a honey
Unless she be
As parsimonious as he!

(https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2018/08/29/parsimonious/).

Composed More Or Less In Realtime While Sitting In A Liverpool Garden

My poem, “Composed More Or Less In Realtime While Sitting In A Liverpool Garden”, was written while sitting in my mum’s garden in the city of Liverpool.

The poem is a stream of consciousness piece and is one of very few written by me.

To read the poem please follow this link, https://newauthoronline.com/2016/05/30/composed-more-or-less-in-realtime-while-sitting-in-a-garden/

There Was A Young Man Called Daniel

There was a young man called Daniel
Who in looks resembled his spaniel.
A young lady walking by
Said, with a sigh
“I have fallen in love with your spaniel!”.

There was a young man called Daniel
Who rather resembled his spaniel.
A young lady named Kate
Just couldn’t wait
To walk that spaniel belonging to Daniel!

An interview with poet K Morris and a review of “The Writer’s Pen and Other Poems”

My thanks to Robbie Cheadle for interviewing me for her blog, and for writing a review of my collection of poems, “The Writer’s Pen and Other Poems”.

To read my interview with Robbie, together with her review of “The Writer’s Pen” please follow this link, https://wp.me/p7Uxin-3hc