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.
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.
When a poetical young man named Ray
Recited a poem which was most risqué,
A young lady named Hocking
Lost more than her stocking,
And me, I discussed poetry with Ray!
A fleeting connection.
A middle-aged poet’s introspection.
You danced by
And I
Saw youth
And your love of art,
And felt an answering spark
In my poet’s heart.
There is truth
Of a kind
For you to find
Should you truly look
Behind my book.
You will dance away
And, at some future day
May remember a middle-aged poet
Who gave to you
Something of what is true.
When a poet whose name was Ron
Said “my poetry will surely live on”.
An old man called Brian
Warned him of a lion,
Which devoured all his poetry and Ron.
I yawn
In the early morn.
A bark
Pierces the dark.
The carpet is warm
Against my bare
Feet. While out there
The fox’s word
Is heard
Ere I sleep.
When a dangerous young man named Neil
Said, “you’re going to feel cold steel!”,
A brave girl called Jagger
Grabbed hold of that dagger,
And I composed a poem about Neil …!
The air is fresh
After a warm day.
I thrive
In this spring air.
And wonder
Whether those below
Ever walked by
Where they now lie.
I am delighted to have received another wonderful review of my collection of poetry, More Poetic Meanderings, https://www.goodreads.com/review/show/5526304433.
I am also pleased to let you know that I am in the process of publishing a collection of my humorous verses entitled My Friend’s Robot Girlfriend and Other Humorous Verses. I hope the collection will be available by the end of may in both Kindle and paperback editions.
A good article on the importance of making content (particularly books) available in accessible formats, https://writingtoberead.com/2023/05/01/writers-corner-accessibility-more-readers/.
As someone who is registered blind and unable to read print, I use Job Access with Speech (JAWS) software that converts text into speech and braille allowing me to use a Windows computer or laptop. In addition, I use the text to speech facility on my Kindle to have text read to me.
In the wood’s heart
There is light
And there is dark.
The poet finds
Delight
With woodland
Nymphs.
For girls
Of the mind
Are never bland.