Should a man repent
Of unmentionable scent
When others were long ago acquainted
With the flower he has tainted?
Is a moral debate
Worth a candle
When the vandal
Has stormed the gate?
Unmentionable
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Competition to win a signed copy of “My Old Clock I Wind” by K Morris
The competition to win a signed copy of my latest collection of poetry, “My Old Clock I Wind” remains open until Friday 29 September 2017. To enter please read below.
I am giving away 1 free, signed copy of my collection of poetry, “My Old Clock I Wind”.
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Privilege
I stand opposed to all privilege,
To the bitter end.
Yet, if it be mine own
I do, as a dog with a bone
My privilege defend,
Gainst foe and friend
There was an elderly general called Lot
There was an elderly general called Lot
Who remarked “queen and country, wot!”.
Why he did so,
I really don’t know.
I regret that Lot got shot!
How to Begin to Write Poetry
This is a good post. I agree with many of the points made here. I do not, however adhere to the author’s view that one should confine oneself to a single image per line. In poetry based largely upon the utilisation of rhyme this is not always possible. Also, if a poet is writing about inner turmoil or about random thoughts (a stream of consciousness composition), the one image per line rule is not, in my view applicable.
Glass
Silent reflector of dreams.
A girl’s make-up seems
To hide
What lies inside.
For no crack must be seen
On your perfect screen.
But girls waking up, in the morning,
Stretching, yawning,
Should they chance
To glance
In the glass, may see
The real she.
There was a young lady called Glass
There was a young lady called Glass
Who hailed from the working class.
She wed an aristocratic old farmer,
Who was far from a charmer,
But were there’s muck there’s brass.
(For the origin and meaning of the phrase “were there’s muck there’s brass”, please see http://www.phrases.org.uk/meanings/408900.html).
There was an elderly gentleman called Farmer
There was an elderly gentleman called Farmer
Who was a real old charmer.
He proposed to a much younger girl,
Which put her head in a whirl.
They were married by a Tibetan Lama.
Platform
A couple on the platform kiss.
“This
Place isn’t real” he says.
Oh happy days
For lovers. And I
Do not hear what she answers in reply.
Submitting Your Short Fiction and Poetry: 5 FAQs from a Magazine Editor…
by Elise Holland 
in Writer’s Digest Online:
For writers of short form literature, submitting your work can mean a variety of positive things.
This step is a powerful signal to yourself that you take your craft seriously enough to put your work out into the world.
And having your work published in a genre or literary magazine can serve to build your resume and grow your writing community.
But so many writers, emerging or established, have lingering questions about the process.
As editor of 2 Elizabeths, here are five of the most frequent questions I’m asked:
