On Monday 19 September, I posted HERE offering a free copy of my collection of poetry, “Refractions” to any of my readers who contacted me by Friday 23 September.
I have been delighted with the response so have decided to extend the deadline until 12 pm on Tuesday 27 September.
Anyone who would like to receive a free copy of “Refractions” should please email me by noon on Tuesday 27 September at newauthoronline (at) gmail (dot) com.
Kind regards,
Kevin
There was a young lady called May
Who went to roll in the hay.
A naughty gnome
Said, “you should be at home”.
She replied, “come hither and play”!
There was a young man from Prussia
Who married a girl from Russia.
All went well
Then, sad to tell,
Prussia invaded Russia!
From today (Monday 19 September) until Friday 23 September, I am offering my readers a free electronic copy of my recently published collection of poetry, “Refractions”.
If you would like to receive a free copy of “Refractions” please send an email to:
newauthoronline (at) gmail (dot) com (the address is rendered thus to avoid spammers).
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While there is no obligation on recipients to review “Refractions”, it would be much appreciated if those in receipt of a free copy would please consider writing an honest review in return for same.
For details about “Refractions” please visit HERE
Many thanks and kind regards.
Kevin
He met a vulture
Of sculpture
Fine.
To him she did seem divine.
Her words
Would the pretty birds
Charm
And all scruples disarm.
No alarm
He heeded
Though his conscience pleaded,
But none interceded
And the ground was seeded
With a poisoned crop.
Chop, chop
Her beak went
And a heart
Was forever rent.
He played his part
And set it down as art.
Shimmering
In chiffon.
In fabric sheer
She passes near
Then is gone.
Shadows on the wall
I recall.
One can not catch a shade
For it is made
Of moonbeams
And passing dreams.
A tree may in beauty branch,
It’s leaves in the pure air,
Without a care
Dance
Tuneful birds,
Their song more precious than words
May in freedom sing
And solace bring
To the troubled soul.
The goal
Of girl and boy
Is joy.
Yet how easily does the wind of passion
Fashion
The fine tree in the crooked way.
The leaves say
Words
That cause the birds
To fly away.
One or two may stay
And the tree
By slow degree
Twists so it no longer resembles it’s noble shape.
The landscape darkens
And the vulture harkens
To the tree’s word.
Oh, would that it had gone unheard!
Ah, daffodils
That do banish all ills,
By performing a spritely dance.
Oh the romance
Of it all,
But then the rain did fall.
The flowers where beaten down
And the earth did drown
In a deluge most foul
Which made the poet scowl!
My dog did howl
For in my haste
To taste
Nature’s beauty
I forgot his towel
And my duty
To keep both him and I
Dry!
Oh blasted daffodils
And rain soaked hills!
I need my pills
For I feel chills
That will lay me low
So to the good doctor I must go!
Hey ho
I will romanticise it all
For I recall
How my public do adore
Poems about nature’s beauteous store!
A fine selection of autumn poems here. I would add to the list Ernest Christopher Dowson’s “Autumnal”.
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 turn the leaves of our poetry anthologies and discover some of the greatest autumn poems literature has to offer. Click on the title of each poem to read it.
Anonymous, ‘Merry it is while summer lasts’. This poem heads our list of great autumn poems because it was written the earliest – some time in the thirteenth century – but it’s also a convenient starting-point since this little medieval poem focuses on the fading of summer and the coming of autumn. Click…
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