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Archaic Language or References in Poetry

Some time ago, a friend commented that a number of my poems where, in his view a little old fashioned in their use of language and references.  When I asked him for an example, he sighted my not infrequent references to “the Reaper” and “the Grim Reaper”. At that juncture I was somewhat taken off guard and did not, so far as I can recollect provide my friend with a coherent response to his comments on my poetry. However, a little while after the conversation with him took place, I happened to he...

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Today I found my old shoes by the settee

And remembered you and me.

Your breasts where firm. Your skin youthful and tight

When I indulged last night.

 

 

Afterwards, your perfume lingered

On my pillows and fingers.

 

 

You kissed me goodbye.

And today I ponder on my settee

Bought in my youth

And the truth, I am growing old.

The Haunted Old House

When I stayed in a haunted old house

With ghastly ghouls and a very small mouse,

I awoke with a fright

As the clock struck midnight,

And ghouls screamed with fear of that mouse!

The Poem of Age 35, by Turkish poet Cahit Sitki Taranci.

Yesterday, whilst Zooming with fellow poets, I was introduced to “The Poem of Age 35”, by Turkish poet Cahit Sitki Taranci. I have never visited Turkey and know very little of Turkish culture. I was, however deeply impressed and moved by Cahit Sitki Taranci’s “The Poem of Age 35”. Hence I am sharing it here The Poem of Age 35 by Cahit Sitki Taranci – Eppur Si Muove

The Poem of Age 35 by Yesterday, whilst Zooming with fellow poets, I was introduced to “The Poem of Age 35”, by Turkish poet Cahit Sitki Taranci. I have never visited Turkey and know very little of Turkish culture. I was, however deeply impressed and moved

Yesterday, whilst Zooming with fellow poets, I was introduced to “The Poem of Age 35”, by Turkish poet Cahit Sitki Taranci. I have never visited Turkey and know very little of Turkish culture. I was, however deeply impressed and moved by Cahit Sitki Taranci’s “The Poem of Age 35”. Hence I am sharing it here The Poem of Age 35 by Cahit Sitki Taranci – Eppur Si Muove

White Poet Pretended to be Black to Get Published

Aaron Barry, a white poet pretended to be black and had poems published which had previously been rejected when submitted under his own name. This story has not surprisingly provoked a good deal of controversy and I’ll leave it to you my readers to make up your own minds on the rightness or otherwise of the situation described in this article How white man became famous as a queer Nigerian poet – Businessday NG, and Elsewhere online.

Hutt’s Lamp

When a man whacking me with a lamp

Demanded that I give him a stamp.

I said, “dear Hutt,

Please accept this uppercut!”,

Then I stamped on him and his lamp!

Lust

If you had come

That night, there might have been delight

On my part.

But old time runs

And I find women of your kind

Leave no broken heart

When they depart.

Though I have sometimes been left bereft

When fun is done

For my clock

Must stop, and I return to dust.

Yet still I find

My man’s mind

Is full of lust.

 

I Once Met a Man Named Max

I once met a man named Max

Who refused to pay any tax.

A young lady called Miss Lou

Spanks paying gentlemen with her shoe –

I hope that she pays her tax!

Honey

She uses the word “honey”

As easily as he spends his money

On pretty birds whose words

Are meaningful as ads seen at night

On boards offering the delight

Of ice cream dreams that melt away

Into the mundanity of day

 

 

Looking at her mobile

She smiles her painted smile,

And says, “that was fun.

Now I must run”.

Then, not forgetting her money

She leaves her honey

Who, as heels fade away

Thinks, we both pay,

Each in our own way .