On seeing the stormy sky
The poet thinks “man must die”.
He sees the young girl bloom
And says “she is destined for the tomb”.
Oh let us gather wild flowers
And not waste our powers
Trapped in ivory towers.
Beware the scholar’s domed head
For we are soon dead.
May our spirit fly
Ere we die
And are lost in endless sky.
An interesting article in The Guardian regarding the publication of a new critical edition of Hitler’s Mein Kampf (My Struggle). The copyright pertaining to Mein Kampf (held by the Bavarian government) runs out at the end of the year (hitherto it was prohibited to produce new editions of Hitler’s book), however anyone conducting a rudimentary internet search could find Mein Kampf in it’s entirety with unofficial editions being strewn across the web.
The decition to produce a new critical edition has split the Jewish community. Some argue that the publication of a scholarly edition is the best way of countering anti-Semitism, while others contend that the work remains dangerous and should not be republished in any form.
For the article please visit http://www.theguardian.com/world/2015/dec/26/hitler-main-kampf-wary-welcome-british-jews
Leaves blown at night.
Delight
Sorrow.
This moment we borrow
And think of a tomorrow
That may never come.
We run
Perchance have fun
Then, ‘Tis done.
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Walking my dog at around 4:30 on a blustery December evening, I was conscious of the fallen leaves blowing around me. This gave rise to the above poem.
Kevin
There was a young lady called Sadie
With a past more than a little shady.
I said “Let us marry
And no longer tarry”.
She made reply
With a scornful sigh
“I would rather die
Than to your arms fly.
Besides, I long ago did marry
A man named Barry
And I am married still
To your best friend Bill”!
Oh my nameless one.
Graceful as a swan.
You are here then gone
And the river runs on.
Consequences hang heavy as scent.
To repent
Is bliss.
But oh, her kiss.
Those heels.
The way she kneels.
Venus has caught
All my thought
And brought
Me low
Where angels fear to go.
It will end in woe
For cupid’s arrows sharp
Penetrate the most unsuitable of hearts.
Happy Christmas to all my followers. I wish you all a peaceful festive season and much joy for the coming year.
The below poem was, needless to say written with my tongue firmly in my cheek and should not be taken seriously. I in no manner whatsoever condone animal cruelty.
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I shall sit upon a chocolate log
As I stuff my faithful dog.
I shall the turkey walk
As my thought
Revolves around
A question most profound
Where should I the stuffing put
As regards my loyal mut!
One day all writers go
To a great library
Where all is dark
Books are unused
And silence pervades
A moving poem by a young lady from India. Kevin
The best thing about blogging are the readers and mine are really valuable to me. I love interacting with them on my blog and on theirs. Thank you so much for being the best!
The wonderful Doug over at https://dougstuber.wordpress.com/ left me two amazing poems as comments today. I was thrilled! What a wonderful Christmas surprise. They are way too good to be hidden away in the comments so I wanted to share them with you all!
Ah Tuscany….
At a Marina
She walks back from the beach victorious, having
scored two of the finest rolled buritos to go with the
usual six pack, Jack, crunchy snacks She looks briefly at
fleeting passersby who glance into her soft eyes as she
extends her stride. Suddenly, summer. Your Danzi thrusts
across the bay. On a hill by the lake, pastoral love brings
back memories, but you’re here to…
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