My clock chimes
On a spring day.
Women and wine
Are mine,
But my springtime
Has passed
And the fast
Tick tock
Of antique clocks
Appeals not
To girls in heels
Who do not
Feel their clock
Soon must stop.
My clock chimes
On a spring day.
Women and wine
Are mine,
But my springtime
Has passed
And the fast
Tick tock
Of antique clocks
Appeals not
To girls in heels
Who do not
Feel their clock
Soon must stop.
In my lonely hours
I have known
The pull of flowers.
I have grown
Weary of being alone
And bought wine
And flowers
To while
Away the time
With painted smiles
And blossom,
Fallen as I.
Below are 2 poems from my recently released humorous collection, “My Friend’s Robot Girlfriend and Other Humorous Verses”, followed by links to the book on Amazon.
I awoke to a very loud knocking,
In bed with the beautiful Miss Hocking.
She said, “I can not pretend
That I don’t have a boyfriend!”
I said, “Is that him knocking, Hocking?”
—
When a young lady named Kate
Said, “Kevin, you really do procrastinate!”
I said, “I beg your pardon!
But I am doing this garden!
But perhaps the garden can wait…”
Links:
https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B0C5L3V51S/ (Kindle for the UK).
https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0C5L3V51S/ (Kindle for amazon.com customers).
https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B0C5KVPS78? (paperback for UK customers).
https://www.amazon.com/Friends-Robot-Girlfriend-Humorous-Verses-ebook/dp/B0C5L3V51S/ (paperback for amazon.com customers).
I am pleased to announce that my humorous collection of poetry, “My Friend’s Robot Girlfriend and Other Humorous Verses”, is now available in Kindle and paperback from Amazon.
A humorous collection of verses ranging from the slightly risqué to the quite frankly ridiculous.
https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B0C5L3V51S/ (Kindle for the UK).
https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0C5L3V51S/ (Kindle for amazon.com customers).
https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B0C5KVPS78? (paperback for UK customers).
https://www.amazon.com/Friends-Robot-Girlfriend-Humorous-Verses-ebook/dp/B0C5L3V51S/ (paperback for amazon.com customers).
I know a young lady named Kate
Who went out on a sugar date.
But the man had no money,
Which we all found quite funny!
But she lacks any humour does Kate!
I open my window
And let in his cry
With the chill night air.
He is out there
Somewhere in the dark park,
Or the churchyard nearby.
I closed my
Window against the chill air.
He remained there,
(For how long I
Can not say).
Then his cry
Seemed to fade away.
A house of stopped clocks .
Where, when,
He attempts to wind them,
Wise men
Say, “why not try
Some new batteries today …!”.
In my younger days
I played
With many a maid.
Now my clock
Has stopped.
Yet still I rhyme
Of Father Time.
But all clocks wound
Must run down
A poem written some years back, which I had forgotten until I came across it recently.
Entranced, he watched the dance,
As the girl
Did whirl,
Her feet
Kicking up the dust
Of poets, and dancers,
And other chancers,
Who you may meet
And pass, on the street
Without a second glance.
And the age-old dance
Goes on,
But the dust
Of those long gone
Is not disturbed
By a young woman’s dancing feet
When I last passed
This way
I recall no wall
Of wild wet flowers.
That bloom
In May
In the summertime
Flowers will bloom
Still. But in wintertime
Who will recall
This rain-kissed wall
Of springtime and rhyme.