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Writing To Forget

The Lonely Author

Writing To Forget

The beautiful woman
sat at the empty bar
lost in deep thought.
Why was she there
trying to remember
or drinking to forget

I recognize her sadness
It plagues my dark eyes
causing deepest thoughts
as I quietly pen my words.
Am I trying to remember
or am I writing to forget

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There Was A Poet Called Kevin

There was a poet called Kevin
Who said, “It being well after eleven,
‘Tis time, I think
To take a drink.
Yes that would be very heaven!
His friend made reply
With a sorrowful sigh,
“It has only just turned seven
In the morning, Kevin”!

There Was A Young Lady Called Flow

There was a young lady called flow
Who said,”you reap what you so”.
She made a dress,
Her friends to impress,
Then found she had nowhere to go!

The Camera Never Lies …

A photograph says
He who sends pays.
A photograph implies
He who attaches does not lie.
A photograph states this is me
And not some other he.
A photograph says all that you need to know is here,
You need not fear.

A photograph says
There are many ways
To skin a cat
And I will eat my hat
If the camera never lies.
“Whose eyes
Are those?”
“Only heaven knows”.

There Was A Young Lady Called Claire

There was a young lady called Claire
Who liked to go here and there,
By train or bus.
Oh how the officials did fuss
As she never paid her fare!

What is Poetry

A powerful cry from the heart by Jason. Kevin

I do not know what poetry is or even how to write it. How the lines are supposed to support one another, a house of cards is all I build. Crashing words make no sound at all as they fall to waiting ground. They simply fall forever and are forgotten. It makes me angry and upset as the lines I have written are quickly forgotten.

What is poetry? What is the image that you see, that is poetry to me. Rules from dead fingers mean nothing to me. They ar...

There Was A Young Man Called Roary

There was a young man called Roary
Who was a traditional high Tory.
His girlfriend Mel
Said “I love you well,
Though I am no hidebound Tory”!

There Was A Young Lady Called Jill

There was a young lady called Jill
Who never would pick up the bill.
Her friends did say,
“you must pay your way”.
I fear they are waiting still!

There Was A Young Mann Called Max

There was a young man called Max
Who liked to play on the Sax.
He played for his girl,
Who did a twirl.
It made her really relax!

There Was A Young Lady Called Nell

There was a young lady called Nell
Who worked in a hotel.
The guests where crude,
But she was no prude
And Nell would never tell …