Reluctant to leave the wind
I paused at my door,
For no man can be sure
When this fragile thing,
We call life, will end.
Reluctant To Leave The Wind
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A 5 Star Review of My Book “Light and Shade”
I was pleased to receive the below 5 star review of “Light and Shade, entitled “A fine Collection of Poetry”:
“Kevin’s collections of poems are impressive to say the least and he captures the seasons and life experiences well. The limericks show his quick wit. Would highly recommend.”
To read the original review please visit, https://www.amazon.co.uk/review/RAB9H7HSUADIE/. Or to purchase (or read a sample of) “Light and Shade” please go to https://www.amazon.co.uk/Light-Shade-serious-not-poems-ebook/dp/B08B4X3GVX/
Empire
The wind is getting up.
Should I put
Kipling aside
For his pride
In empire?
Should I apologise
And lower my eyes
For seeing empire
In all it’s complexity?
The Romans to Britain came.
Should Italians apologise
And lower their eyes
With shame?
You may say
“The Roman Empire
Was not all bad”.
But you would be mad
To put your head above the parapit
And admit
The same
Of Britain’s imperial past.
A certain class
Would look aghast
And cry “shame”
And label you
With a name
Untrue.
Mud sticks
And many men
Seal their lips.
Whilst a brave few
Say what they
Believe to be true.
August Rain
Standing at my open window
I scent the garden below,
Sweetened by this August rain.
Some have never seen
The garden made green
By rain.
But must,
inhale dust.
And black tarmac.
As Ghosts They Come
As ghosts they come
Often when the sun
Is burning.
And, when the sun
Does set,
Oft you will find
His mind
Turning,
To thoughts of regret.
One day
They
Will no longer come
And the sun
Will, forever set
On his regret.
Some readers may engage
With a yellowing page.
And vampire
And desire.
At School, I Read Freely
At school, I read freely
Of Kipling’s poetry.
No one told me
What my thought ought
To be.
Today there is an urge
To purge
His poetry.
Yet, in “Recessional”, we see
The fire of empire die.
They hector
And lecture.
While I,
And those like me,
Retreat into our poetry.
Muse
She has long dark hair.
Nothing to bind
Him there.
It is not that kind
Of affair.
She is there
For a time.
Caught in his rhyme.
A something, of art
But no part
Of his heart.
Is the poet’s duty
To beauty?
Art may uglify.
Yet truth is beauty,
And poets lie.
A 4 Star Review of My Book “Light and Shade: Serious (and Not So Serious) Poems”
I was delighted to receive a 4 star review of my book, “Light and Shade”:
“This is a short book of contemporary poetry and limericks, many of which are either pandemic themed or in some way fitting to today’s turbulent times.
I enjoyed this book very much …”.
To read the review in full please visit, https://www.goodreads.com/review/show/3503147312?book_show_action=true&from_review_page=1.
“Light and Shade” is available in Kindle and paperback, and can be found here https://www.amazon.com/Light-Shade-serious-not-poems/dp/B08B37VVKV (for the paperback edition), and here https://www.amazon.com/Light-Shade-serious-not-poems-ebook/dp/B08B4X3GVX/
Lust
When old men
Lust
After young women.
You will find
Dust,
And sinning
On their mind.
A Lady of Pleasure
I met a lady of pleasure
Whose name was Louise or Heather
I spent much time
In composing this rhyme,
Which delighted that lady of pleasure.
