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There Was A Young Lady Called Yvette

There was a young lady called Yvette
Who while out one night met,
A charming man named Miles.
He was full of smiles.
But afterwards she did regret …

My answers to some questions from a fellow blogger regarding poetry

I was pleased to answer the below questions regarding my views on poetry, which where posed by Olivia Emily of LibroLiv.

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Answers to questions posed by Olivia

1. Do you think that the internet influences the content of modern poetry?

Yes and no. Events which would have received little publicity in the past are featured online for anyone with an internet connection to read about. So, for example a poet may read about a little known civil war (of which he would have been unaware prior to the b...

There Was A Young God Called Horus

There was a young god called Horus
Who swallowed a thesaurus.
When his friend said “it will get wet”,
He replied “I have never yet
Eaten one that is not porous!”.

There Was A Young Lady Called Gale

There was a young lady called Gale
Who stole from the Royal Mail.
The judge did frown
As he sent her down
And she quaked at the thought of jail.

There Was A Young Man Called Ray

There was a young man called Ray
Who could not his bills pay.
When the bailiffs came to his house
They found nought but a mouse
So in sorrow went away.

This Wet Tree

This wet tree.
These birds,
This rain
And me.
I am, For a moment, free.

Guest post; Owl

Many thanks to Roberta for publishing my poem “Owl” as a guest post on her blog.

Roberta Pimentel

I have lain awake listening for the owl’s cry.
A note that chills
Thrills
Then does die.

One day
This bird of prey
Will carry my soul away,
Or so the supersticious say.

Mice hide
While I, in my pride
Decide
The owl’s erie cry
Signifies that I will die.

The bird has no interest in me
So why can I not be free
Of his cry
That to my window nigh
does rise, then, as suddenly, die?

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There Was An Elderly Cricketer Called Jay

There was an elderly cricketer called Jay
Who having reached close of play,
Remarked “I am all bowled out.
There is no need to shout,
Indeed I have nothing left to say”.

Kevin Morris to be interviewed about his poetry on Thursday 12 January, at 1:40 pm (PST)

I will be interviewed by Ariadne Sawyer, of Vancouver Co-op Radio, (http://www.coopradio.org/), at 1:40 pm (PST), on Thursday 12 January. The interview will include me reading a selection of my poetry. My poem, “My Old Clock I Wind” was read on Ariadne’s show on 8 December 2016, http://worldpoetry.ca/?p=11291.

There Was A Young Lady Called Lorraine

There was a young lady called Lorraine
Who boarded a London bound train.
When informed “this is an Express”,
She said “I must confess
That I meant to board a plane …!”