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When Books Fall Out!

Hobbes
Lobs
Bricks at Locke,
While Lenin’s work
Is excoriated by Burke.

Friedman stands aloof
Believing he holds the absolute truth,
While Engels continues his long wait
For the end of the Capitalist state.

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1. I studied history and politics at University College of Swansea and read all of the below works during the course of my studies. The books still reside on the bookshelves which live in my spare room, which I glorify with the name of study!

2. Thomas Hobbes was a philosopher who, in 16...

There Was A Young Lady Of Dutch Extraction

There was a young lady of Dutch extraction
To whom I felt an attraction.
She was a lover of art
And lived in my heart,
But to her I was a mere abstraction!

A Writer’s Legacy

I hope people will read my writings after I have ceased to be. This is perhaps somewhat peculiar in that I possess no certainty of life after death (being inclined to agnosticism). If one will have no awareness after one has shuffled off this mortal coil, then why concern oneself with the survival of one’s writings? None the less I do (as stated above) hope that my work will survive and in some small way enrich the lives of future generations. Kevin

KLH Writing

Death, the one thing that is i...

Two of my earlier poems

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Below are 2 poems, “The Girl Who Wasn’t There” and “Two Voices”.

Both poems can be found in my collection of poetry, “The Girl Who Wasn’t There”, which was published in September 2015 and can be found HERE.

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I am the girl who wasn’t there.
I did not sit upon that chair,
Playing provocatively with my hair.
I did not drink that expensive wine,
While gazing on your paintings fine.
I did not recline under the quilt so red,
Or moan with ecstasy in your bed.
If, by chance, an earring she should f...

There Was A Young Man Named Sleary

There was a young man named Sleary
Who advocated Marx’s theory.
When his ideas failed to come to fruition
He said “the people require more tuition,
For there is nothing wrong with the theory!”.

Three

Two is company but three
Is a crowd you see.
Yet for some three is the magic number.
Fear of judgement may encumber
The desire to fish
But still waters run deep
And the wish
To sleep
May overtake
And secret fires wake

There Was A Young Poet Named Zeff

There was a young poet named Zeff
Who wrote a poem about death.
The Grim Reaper heaved a great sigh
And said “I have long pondered on why
You poets are so obsessed with death”.

Random Acts of Poetry Day October 7

Thanks to Annette for bringing this day to my attention.

Annette Rochelle Aben

Calling ALL scribes!  This is a terrific opportunity for you to let your voice be heard, as Saturday, October 7th is

RANDOM ACTS of POETRY DAY

 Whoa!  Are they sure they know what they are doing here?  Unleashing bards and bardettes from all over the world to explode with poetic joy, any and every where they are?  Methinks, this could be one for the books…

or walls…

or coffee houses…

All of you who have a poem or...

Sue Vincent’s #Writephoto, Change of Season – Bob Fairfield

Being blind I can not see the photograph. I am, however rather taken with the poem.

Sue Vincent's Daily Echo

A

shaft

of light

illuminates one tree

and silhouettes in stark relief

the ravages of Autumn’s dessicating wind and warmth

Source:  Change of Season

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Das Kapital Anyone?

In a Guardian comment piece entitled “The truth about Capitalism is out as Marx’s magic cap starts to slip”, Giles Fraser, an inner city priest in London launches a frontal attack on capitalism and, in essence argues that Karl Marx’s analysis of Capitalism is correct, https://www.theguardian.com/commentisfree/belief/2017/oct/05/the-truth-about-capitalism-is-out-as-marxs-magic-cap-starts-to-slip.

The article contains many weaknesses:

1. Fraser fails to mention the many crimes committed by Comm...