Sometimes, my old friend
You seem to contend
That those who are weak
Should hold back the strong.
But let us speak
Of liberty, my friend.
And how, in the end
It dies when the strong
Are constrained in the name
Of that slippery god Equality.
I would not condemn
Imperfect men
To the elusion of equality.
You see
The death of variety
Is inevitable, when good men
Philosophise. And, turning their eyes
Away from reality.
Forget great liberty.
And obsess over equality.
One night stand
How very bland
When I say
It that way.
3 words hidden
Behind a euphemism
She, studying at university.
Sitting on his settee.
The wine eases.
She softly pleases.
A girl’s first time
Caught in a rhyme.
A generous fee
For her company …
I would rather be a tree
In the midst of the wood.
For in woodland glades
The traffic noise fades,
And the song of the bird
Fills the heart of the wood.
And the poet’s word
Is as nought to the bird.
There once was a young man named Lyme
Who fought a duel with Old Father Time.
But, as day followed day
Old Father Time slipped away.
For only a fool will duel with time.
I have never seen her barefoot, but …
There once was a young man named Ted
Who lay dozing upon a brand new bed.
A young lady called Claire
Said, “do excuse me sir,
But are you going to buy that bed?”.
Yesterday evening, I listened to a great debate on Intelligence Squared Youtube’s channel entitled “Its Wrong to Pay for Sex”.
The debate included an economist, a former madam (the owner of a US escort agency who spent some time in jail for providing working women to clients), a researcher into prostitution, An anthropologist and an author.
My own view is that it is not wrong to pay for sex provided that the person receiving payment, who is usually (but not always a woman), is of legal age and has not been coerced into providing sexual services.
As always, I would be interested in the views of my readers. You can find “Its Wrong to Pay for Sex Below”,
In celebration of the coming Easter, I am offering my blog’s readers an exclusive and limited offer.
I have been working with a well known manufacturer of luxury chocolate to produce a selection of my poems in beautifully carved chocolate bars.
Each bar is individually wrapped in a gold wrapper and comes in a high quality and eco friendly wooden box (the wood being produced from fast growing pines which are, of course replaced so as to avoid the dangers of deforestation).
The chocolate bars are delicious so you will be torn between the desire to tuck into them, or put away these limited edition eatables for posterity. Who knows they may, perhaps be valuable and be sold on auction sites when I am pushing up the daisies!
Due to the craftsmanship involved (and, of course my hard work in composing the poems), each bar retails for £20. You can, however buy a set of 5 for a mere £80.
Should you be interested, please contact me as soon as possible as my family and friends have already put in their orders for these highly desirable and limited chocolate bars!
Happy poetry reading and eating!
Seeming.
Yet merely
Dreaming,
Until we
Enter eternity.
