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10 Of The Best Poems About Darkness

A good selection of poems about darkness on the site Interesting Literature, including Thomas Hardy’s “The Darkling Thrush”, which is one of my favourite poems. To read “10 of the best poems about darkness” please visit, https://interestingliterature.com/2018/02/14/10-of-the-best-poems-about-darkness/.

I have myself written several poems about darkness, including “Midnight” which is reproduced below:

“Midnight, black as pitch.
No scheming demon, ghost, nor witch.
Only the darkness, which in t...

“Nothing matters very much, and few things matter at all”

I am a great lover of quotations. I recently came across the below quotation by Arthur Balfour, which struck a chord with me:

“Nothing matters very much, and few things matter at all”.

In his work “The Conservative Party from Peel to Churchill”, the late Lord Robert Blake writes of Balfour in the following terms:

“The new Prime Minister was a person of immense charm, great intellectual power, and much political sagacity. Like his uncle, he took it for granted that parliamentary democracy woul...

Oft Of A Summer’s Day

Oft of a summer’s day
Have I turned away
To write.
I shall go out tomorrow
And forget my words
In the singing of birds.

But when night
Falls, I shall return what I borrow
From my ever present friend
Old Father Time
And my brief rhyme
Shall reach it’s end.

There Was An Elderly Man Named Spink

There was an elderly man named Spink
Who drove his poor wife to drink.
He returned home very late
With his young mistress Kate
In a taxi the colour of pink!

We All Fall

We all
Fall
From time to time
And a few
(Not me and you!)
Hide our crime
From view
In rhyme.

She Was Japanese

She was Japanese
And while not a tease
Her performance was satisfactory.

The light was dim, and he
Did not understand
She
– Broken
– Spoken,
Far from her native land

My Dark Mistress

Below is a Youtube clip of me reading my poem “Dark Angel””:

Should only black teachers teach black children about slavery?

Some time ago, I came across this post, https://solifegoeson.com/2017/12/20/white-teachers-who-teach-black-kids-about-slavery-piss-me-off/. I commented, however as my comment was not published I feel compelled to state my opinion here.

In the above post the author argues (essentially) that white teachers should not teach black children about slavery because they (the teachers) do not understand the experience of non-white people (the prejudice faced by those who’s skin is black). At the end o...

Valentine

Ah the joy of Valentine!
The loving words said
And the quaffing of wine,
Then waking up in bed
Beside your love divine.

Gazing on her
(She’s so young and fair)
You think “upon my life
She is not my wife!”.

I can not capture this sense of dissociation

I can not capture this sense of dissociation
Reflected in campfires
Of shop windows that blaze.

Walking home
I remember Rome
And see wolves waiting
For the camp’s lights to go out