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10 Classic Autumn Poems Everyone Should Read

A fine selection of autumn poems here. I would add to the list Ernest Christopher Dowson’s “Autumnal”.

Interesting Literature

The best poems about autumn

‘Now the leaves are falling fast’: so begins W. H. Auden’s ‘Autumn Song’, which features below in this compilation of ten of the best autumn poems in all of English literature. The following classic autumnal poems all capture, in their own way, the moods and sights of the autumn season, so as the leaves are already beginning to fall, let us...

“Leaves” by K Morris

Many thanks to Creative Dreamers for publishing my poem “Leaves”, as a guest post. For “Leaves” please visit, https://creativedreamers.wordpress.com/2016/09/14/leaves-by-kevin-morris/.

How to Promote Your Books

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How best to promote one’s literary masterpiece, is an issue which exercises the mind of many an author, including my own. In the spirit of reaching out to my fellow authors I thought it was high time for me to set out my thoughts on this most important of topics. Below are some suggestions which will, I hope prove helpful to those who labour over smoking hot keyboards:

1. Climb Nelson’s column and recite passages, from you...

Why Authors Need to Be as Accessible as Possible

I agree with much of this post. In particular carrying a supply of books with you can make the difference between making (and not making) a sale. I also have business cards but must confess I dont always remember to carry them with me. Kevin

A Writer's Path

by Katie McCoach

As an author today, you know that every reader is valuable. You love your readers; you want to keep the ones who are loyal and reach new ones. That’s what promotion and growing a business is all about – reaching new con...

There was a Young Lady from a Strange Land

There was a young lady from a strange land
Who walked using only one hand.
When they asked her “why?”
She replied, with a sigh,
“If I explained, you wouldn’t understand!”

There was a young man from Barking

There was a young man from Barking
Who experienced problems when parking.
He parked on a cliff ledge,
Very close to the edge.
His girlfriend screamed “you are barking”!

Be Careful What you Wish for

Be careful what you wish for. You might actually get it

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No harm in wishing
But, if you go fishing
In deep pools
Where fools
Fish,
Then sooner or later you may attain your wish.

A dainty dish
Not meant for the tasting by such as you
Has led many a man to rue
Their wish
For forbidden fish.

The cat sat on a river bank
Desirous to catch a fish.
Stretching out his paws, he obtained his wish
But, leaning too far over, fell into the water and sank.
‘Tis better to stay on the river bank …

Plaything

Hoping against hope
Is a slippery slope.
Will the phone ring
And bring
A temporary release,
A kind of peace?

Hope tenuous as fingers that on the cliff edge scrabble,
And a mouth dry as gravel.
Thoughts travel
Back:
A lack
Of control, Shown by a boy
With a shiny new toy.

The plaything once tried
The child cried
Out once more for the toy
That brought such joy,
But the bauble left
Leaving him bereft.

Should the phone not sound
No lesson profound
Will be learned
For the spurned
Boy
Will batten...

Of Words, a Raft, & a Dragonfly

An Unexpected Muse

“And the raft is cast aside on the shore of destination onlyreplaced by a new raft which in time will discard itself, inasmuch as knowledge begets wisdom.” -JC

I had a dream that I lived on an island, a faraway island where I was completely ignorant of the world and my place in it.And one day I awoke from a deep sleep only to see a Dragonfly who bid me follow. I suddenly found

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“For mine own good,
All causes shall give way. I am in blood
Stepped in so far that, should I wade no more,
Returning were as tedious as go o’er”.
(Macbeth: Act 3, Scene 4).

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The extraordinary and new
Does, through
The passing of the years
Engender ordinary tears.

Although normalisation may not lead to crying
Inside something is dieing,
The soul
Perhaps?
Then, at first unnoticed the whole
Edifice begins to collapse.

Masonry imperceptibly crumbles.
There may be mumbles of regret
And yet
B...