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August 16, 2015
The Personal In Poetry
Recently I asked an acquaintance whether, in her opinion my poetry “is to personal?” She responded that poetry is, by it’s very nature personal and that my writing does not, in any case fall into the category of overly personal poetry.
The above conversation started me pondering on what a poet’s work says about the writer. The first point which must be made is that the mere fact of writing about a topic does not imply that the poet has any involvement in it. For example he may write about box...
August 15, 2015
What’s in a Name?
An amusing insight into working in an office in Thailand. Kevin
Originally posted on :
I am lucky to have always had a place of work that doesn’t require elaborate escape into your own world plans.In my previous office, I was for the first time subject to people who tried to kill each other every afternoon. Now, work does that to you – makes you a monster. But this was on a whole new level. When they weren’t busy playing TF2, they were busy creatin...
One Night Stand
The passage of time muddles the brain, I don’t recall your name.
Perhaps Marie or Melisa, no matter its all the same.
Though some would consider it shocking, it meant absolutely nothing,
You kept on your stockings,
I feared my neighbours knocking.
It signified everything and nothing,
A girl in suspenders and stockings.
Different Kinds of Poetry
Originally posted on ReadTuesday:
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We’ve started a page on the Read Tuesday website to help spread awareness of different forms of poetry, such as the haiku, iambic pentameter, or the villanelle.
Check out the page here: http://readtuesday.com/poems/.
And please help us add to it:
Check out the poetry page. Find a form of poetry or a poetry term that’s missing. If you have a poem that illustrates the form or term, let us know. Find the Contact Us butt...August 14, 2015
The Dying Year
Sounds painful to hear.
The dying year.
Leaves turn from green to brown.
His growing frown.
Death patiently waits,
As time, with gnarled fingers reaches for the gate.
August 13, 2015
London Rain
The platitudinous things people say,
The rain will wash them all away.
The rat race of a London day,
The rain will cleanse this all away.
Rain, nature’s balm to a troubled mind,
Within us inner peace we find.
A quiet place in which to dwell,
Aloof from this London hell.
August 12, 2015
A Goat Ate My Coat
While swimming in a moat,
A goat ate my coat.
I was annoyed for awhile
But relieved it wasn’t a crocodile!
August 11, 2015
Listen Up! Audio Comes to A Poet in Time
Please do check out Mary’s poetry. Kevin
Originally posted on A Poet in Time:
Having added my first twoaudio clips of me reading poems to thetwo last blog postings, I’ve decided I’d like to go back over the past year and add some more. It will take some time to do all the ones I’d like to include, but today I have five audios that have been added to poems previously posted on this blog.
I hope this will bring some of my newer blog followers back to the earlier postings...
New Sharing Buttons Added To Newauthoronline
Thanks to a suggestion from Chris Graham (http://thestoryreadingapeblog.com/), I have now added several buttons to my blog allowing readers to share content more easily. Twitter and Facebook are now joined by Pocket, Reddit, print and email. Thank you Chris for the great suggestion!
For information on how to add sharing buttons to your WordPress site please visit (https://en.support.wordpress.com/sharing/).
Shower
Time, as the shower runs away.
Will she not stay?
Each line upon the face,
Speaks of her fading grace.
The girl’s plaster smile.
He is in denial.
“Will you remain a while?”
He asks.
“No, this can not last.
I see the chasm yawning vast.
The hours,, like sand run away.
The dawn rises, I can not stay”.
