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Self Pity

It didn’t happen because
She was
A prude.
“I wasn’t rude”
he thinks
As he drinks
Bitter beer alone,
His hand itching for the telephone.

British schoolgirl is first non-Japanese winner of Haiku competition

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Poet's Corner

The game we started off to play last spring
Seemed innocent enough to me at first.

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Postmortem

They opened him up and found
… Nothing profound.
Some say it is in his poetry,
Others disagree.
Whatever the case may be
He is now, forever, free

Open Goal

How long before they impale
Themselves on email
Or text?
How vexed
They would be
To hang from their own tree.

The goal stands undefended.
The keeper pretended
To watch, but slept.
Inevitably someone wept
As into the open goal, the ball crept

A Conversation

First speaker: “Is it romantic?”
Second speaker: “no,
Although,
Some hold it to be so.
It is a frantic dance
Where romance
Has little chance”.

First Speaker: “Are you friends
Of a kind?”
Second speaker: “I find
That there are schemes,
Means
To ends.
It all depends
On what you mean by friends …”.

First speaker: “Is there ever respect?”
Second speaker: “I can not reject
The idea that there is sometimes respect,
But some will never accept
That this is often the case
So after imagined nightmare...

There Was A Young Lady Named May

There was a young lady named May
Who one day went astray.
She met a gnome,
Who took her home.
What more can I say …

If Everyone Were Locked Up For Their Fantasies

If everyone were locked up for their fantasies
The prisons would be full
And the dull
Fool
Would rule
Over a land
Where hypocrisy held command

The First Day of Autumn

The scents of Autumn are all around.
Soon acorns and conkers will strew the ground.
Summer’s outstretched hand
Still lingers,
Her loosening fingers
Hold
Leaves of gold.

There was a young man named Steve

There was a young man named Steve
Who’s practice it was to thieve.
He stole a hat,
From a policeman called Matt,
Which made the copper grieve!