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September 13, 2017

Refusal may cause offence

Refusal may cause offence.
His defence
To play the wit
And sit
On the fence.

It is easier to flirt,
As a “no” would hurt.
But those who refuse to speak
Will forever seek.


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Published on September 13, 2017 04:28

September 12, 2017

Your politics are written in your face

Researchers claim that in future artificial intelligence will be able, with a high degree of accuracy, to determine an individual’s political opinions, their level of intelligence and their propensity to criminal behaviour.

The researchers acknowledge that such software could be misused (for example to target people on the grounds of propensity to criminal behaviour even when they had committed no criminal act. They acknowledge that many people with criminal tendencies never, in fact commit c...

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Published on September 12, 2017 13:11

September 11, 2017

There was a young lady from Bombay

There was a young lady from Bombay
Who used to live down my way.
She sang like a bird
But today I heard
That she flew back home to Bombay


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Published on September 11, 2017 22:50

There was a poet who lacked the art

There was a poet who lacked the art
To hide what lived in his heart.
He could not conceal.
His verse was gritty and real,
So they pilloried him for his art.


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Published on September 11, 2017 04:33

There was a young lady named Jane

There was a young lady named Jane
Who’s stiletto got stuck in a drain.
Her best friend Lou
Lent her a shoe,
And the stiletto remained in the drain!


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Published on September 11, 2017 03:49

September 10, 2017

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

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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”.

The Rules

1. Please email your answers to me at newauthoronline (at) gmail dot com.
2. Please put “Competition” in the subject line of your message.
3. Please do not leave your answer i...

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Published on September 10, 2017 10:29

Those with greying hair

Those with greying hair
Linger where
Fallen leaves proliferate.
It is growing late.
Dare I broach
The final gate
We all must approach?


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Published on September 10, 2017 06:43

A conker I found

A conker I found
On the ground.
Still in it’s prickly clothes,
Yet to be disclosed.

“I aught
To leave you here” I thought.
“You may, for all I know
Grow into a great tree”.

But another voice in me
Said “some other will take you away, if I leave you here on the grass
For many people here pass”.
So I took you home
As my own.

On my sill
You sit, waiting to spill
Your seed.
Was it need
Or greed
That made the virile
Sterile.
Would that I could
Get to the root
Of this drying fruit.


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Published on September 10, 2017 04:37

His heart was soft

His heart
Was soft
In part.
But the devil coughed,
So he did what he did
And further downward slid.


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Published on September 10, 2017 00:59

The Performer

I scorn
To perform
Like a circus seal.
Slippery as an eel
They are.
A girl may go far
In the ring …

“It is just a little thing
To turn a trick. Do you know
Ms so-and-so?
She was shy
And would “rather die”,
But now it comes easy as water off a duck’s back to her.
Yes people will stare
At you,
I don’t deny that this is true.
But all is fair
In love and war
And there are good tips
For girls who do tricks”.


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Published on September 10, 2017 00:15