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The Value of Poetry

Do say
How much would you pay
For a book of 92 pages
(It took me ages
And many rewrites,
Oft late into the night
To get my poetry right!)

Do you care, dear reader how I toiled
Over the midnight oil
To produce this slim volume?
Which will grace your room
(or maybe not, its true
For it all depends on one’s point of view)!

Many a man will his sorrows drown
In a night on the town,
And choose
To Spend his cash
In a manner most rash,
And will selfishly refuse
To pay for a poet’s booze …!

There Was A Young Lady Called Claire

There was a young lady called Claire
Who point blank refused to swear.
She met a man named Dan,
Who had an extremely naughty plan,
Which nearly made Claire swear!

Sugar

From time to time the newspapers and other media carry stories regarding so-called “sugar dating”. “Sugar Dating” entails a man (usually called a “Sugar Daddy”) providing ongoing financial support to a young woman (a “Sugar Babe”) in return for companionship and (almost always) the provision of sexual services. Frequently such articles glamorise “Sugar Dating”, while the more level headed among us see the practice for what it is (a form of prostitution).
The below poem makes no comment on the...

I shall go and listen to the rain

I shall go
And listen to the rain
Pattering on my window pane,
For I know
Not when it will end
And silence descend

Its my blog and I’ll swear if I like …

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I recently read a post in which the author liberally employed the use of expletives/swear words. The article was on the subject of marketing and made a number of valid points. However the utilisation of foul language detracted from the points being made (to my mind at least) and had it not been for the employment of swear words I would have shared on Twitter.

I don’t consider myself to be a prude. There is a place in factual articles for...

Book by Kevin Morris printed

My thanks to Rhyme for promoting my collection of poetry “My Old Clock I Wind”.

Rhyme

Rhyme is pleased to announce to its readers that Kevin Morris’ new collection of poetry “My Old Clock I Wind” is now avaliable both in print and electronic formats. Here’s our interview with Kevin.

Readers from the UK can meet the poet live at a public readingof his new book on
Wednesday 5th July at 6.30 pm.

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There Was A Young Lady Called Yvette

There was a young lady called Yvette
Who owned a very strange pet.
It had 2 heads and one eye.
Oh dear readers I sigh,
As that pet ate poor Yvette …!

A Long Way Back

The barefoot girl who never was
Because
The beach
Remained out of reach
To me.
I hear the sea
And feel the sand
But I can not command
Your hand into mine,
For I find
That you are a mermaid of my mind,
Or perhaps half real,
Though one can not a kiss seal
With a middle-aged man’s hazy recollection
Of a perfection of skin
And imagined sin.

Shrouded

Shrouded in the sheet
They meet
And greet

Footprints in the sand

“Footprints in the sand”.
“His? or hers?”
“Who cares?
For they end in the sea
And its impossible to discern
Whether they return”.