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Results of the competition to win a signed print copy of “My Old Clock I Wind” by K Morris

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I am pleased to announce that Jaye Tomas is the winner of the above competition.

Congratulations to Jaye who wins a signed copy of my collection of poetry, “My Old Clock I Wind”.

You can visit Jaye’s blog here, https://chimerapoetry.wordpress.com/.

The question asked was, which novel begins as follows:
“1801.–I have just returned from a visit to my landlord–the solitary neighbour that I shall be troubled with”.

The answer is “Wuthering Heights” by Emily Bronte.

For anyone who hasn’t read thi...

Unmentionable

Should a man repent
Of unmentionable scent
When others were long ago acquainted
With the flower he has tainted?

Is a moral debate
Worth a candle
When the vandal
Has stormed the gate?

Competition to win a signed copy of “My Old Clock I Wind” by K Morris

The competition to win a signed copy of my latest collection of poetry, “My Old Clock I Wind” remains open until Friday 29 September 2017. To enter please read below.

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I am giving away 1 free, signed copy of my collection of poetry, “My Old Clock I Wind”.

In order to be in with a chance of winning, please answer the following question, which novel begins as follows ”1801—-I have just returned from a visit to my landlord—the solitary neighbour that I shall be troubled with”.

Th...

Privilege

I stand opposed to all privilege,
To the bitter end.
Yet, if it be mine own
I do, as a dog with a bone
My privilege defend,
Gainst foe and friend

There was an elderly general called Lot

There was an elderly general called Lot
Who remarked “queen and country, wot!”.
Why he did so,
I really don’t know.
I regret that Lot got shot!

How to Begin to Write Poetry

This is a good post. I agree with many of the points made here. I do not, however adhere to the author’s view that one should confine oneself to a single image per line. In poetry based largely upon the utilisation of rhyme this is not always possible. Also, if a poet is writing about inner turmoil or about random thoughts (a stream of consciousness composition), the one image per line rule is not, in my view applicable.

A Writer's Path

by Diana Raab, PhD

Poetry is the voice of the soul an...

Glass

Silent reflector of dreams.
A girl’s make-up seems
To hide
What lies inside.
For no crack must be seen
On your perfect screen.

But girls waking up, in the morning,
Stretching, yawning,
Should they chance
To glance
In the glass, may see
The real she.

There was a young lady called Glass

There was a young lady called Glass
Who hailed from the working class.
She wed an aristocratic old farmer,
Who was far from a charmer,
But were there’s muck there’s brass.

(For the origin and meaning of the phrase “were there’s muck there’s brass”, please see http://www.phrases.org.uk/meanings/408900.html).

There was an elderly gentleman called Farmer

There was an elderly gentleman called Farmer
Who was a real old charmer.
He proposed to a much younger girl,
Which put her head in a whirl.
They were married by a Tibetan Lama.

Platform

A couple on the platform kiss.
“This
Place isn’t real” he says.
Oh happy days
For lovers. And I
Do not hear what she answers in reply.