A perfect pare.
So ripe and fair.
To have you there
A perfect pair.
No one to stare
Where
The perfect pare hangs
Within easy reach of hands
That desire
To quench a fire.
The love of fruit
Is At the root
Of the fall from grace.
A place
Called Paradise, where Eve ate the apple.
The sunlight no longer dapples
Eden’s Lawns
where innocent fawns
Where wont to Play.
Or so the moralists say.
All this will pass away
But I have fruit today …
A moralist gazed upon a flower soft
And with delicacy coughed.
“’Tis most unseemly” said he
“To see
The bee
Make free
With thee.
Thou has forsook
The holy book.
Think on hell
And mark it well
Lest in torment you dwell”.
The flower spake
“Oh moralist forsake
This obsession
With the repression
Of girl and lad.
Wouldst thou have the whole world sad?
Can not you be glad
At the joy
Of maid and boy?
The moralist shook his grey head
And said
“Thou should dread hell’s fire
For desire
Is sin.
Satan enters in
And God destroys
Those who wallow in lustful joys.
The flower said, “breathe in my scent
And relent
Of strictures severe.
Come you near
And touch my throbbing heart.
Let me teach you love’s art.
Give me your hands,
And we will travel to undiscovered lands”.
The moralist did relent
And partook of the flower’s scent.
The heavens where not rent
And the sky’s great tent
Failed to fall.
Only the nightingale’s call
Filled the spring air
Where the lovers dallied without a care.
As many of you will know, I gave my first reading at Poetry Unplugged (hosted by the Poetry Café), on Tuesday 22 March. All of the audience where respectful of their fellow attendees, with the exception of one who caused a disturbance. The below poem is about that reprehensible individual!
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It is late.
I stand up to read
And hear the rattle of a plate!
Who could be so rude
As to intrude
In to my first reading?!
‘Tis one of the audience who are feeding!
You my four legged friend
Can not pretend
It wasn’t you
Who
Your appetite
Did sate
When you ate
A cake!
Surely Trigger
Your stomach grows bigger.
You must have no soul
For you gobbled a cake, whole!
Feet that dance
Awhile,
Perchance
Provide surcease
A kind of peace.
But romance Is not my style.
The painted smile
May for a time beguile.
A fleeting kiss.
A kind of bliss
But romance is not my style.
Lovers may dally
In verdant valley
While
I love’s cost tally.
But romance is not my style.
Would that I could resile
The made up face
The silk
And lace.
But romance is not my style.
An interesting article on “The 10 Worst Story Openings”, (http://lauralee1.blogspot.co.uk/2013/09/10-ways-not-to-open-story.html). While I agree with some of the points made in this piece, getting hung up on how one should (or should not) begin a story can lead to a loss of spontaneity, with the writer worrying about the perfect (if such a thing exists) beginning rather than simply writing the best story they are capable of. Again what one reader perceives as being clichéd may well be regarded by others as constituting a great opening paragraph.
Kevin
I was delighted to receive the below 5 star review for my collection of short stories, “The Suspect and Other Tales”:
“This is a well-written collection of tales, some of which have surprising endings, and all of which make for great reads.
I enjoyed “the Condemned Man” a lot. But “Something Wicked” and “The 8.32” were my favourites”.
For the review please visit HERE
Many thanks to the reviewer for taking the time to read and review “The Suspect and Other Tales”.
Kevin
Title: Rhubarb The Red-Nosed Rabbit
Author: Victoria Zigler
Genres: Children’s books – Animals – Rabbits & Children’s books – Holidays
Published: March 26, 2016
Synopsis:
“I’m sure you’ve heard all about the red-nosed reindeer that saved Christmas. But, have you ever heard the story of the red-nosed rabbit that saved Easter?
Everybunny has always teased Rhubarb because of his bright red nose, even though it’s not his fault he was born different. But when a misty night threatens to stop the Easter Bunny from making his yearly delivery of Easter eggs to the children of the world, Rhubarb’s red nose may be the only thing that can save Easter.”
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Paperback version coming soon!
Oh how thin
Is the divide betwixt virtue and sin.
A rake’s grin
Or a smile
That beguiles
Girls who flirt
In skirts
Short.
Ought?
Ought not?
Passion hot.
Cool reflection
May lead to dejection.
There is no rejection
When the coin does spin
And what some call sin
Enters in.
Yesterday evening (Tuesday 22 March) saw me with fellow poet, Toby Wheeler at Poetry Unplugged (http://poetrysociety.org.uk/event/poetry-unplugged-2/2016-03-29/). Poetry Unplugged is a weekly event, hosted by the Poetry Café, affording poets the opportunity to read their work. Yesterday evening was my first time reading at Poetry Unplugged, however I was not alone in this as a number of other “virgins” (the label applied by the host to we first timers)! Also read their work.
Those wishing to read had to register between 6-7 pm, with the open mic session starting at 7:30. There where 34 readers and given the significant interest in participating each poet was allowed a slot of 4 minutes duration. I think this was entirely fair as it afforded all those wishing to participate an opportunity to do so.
I read the following poems from my recently released collection of poetry, “Lost in the Labyrinth of My Mind”:
“Lost”
“Leaves Blown at Night”
And “Raining”.
In addition I read my poem “Midnight”, which appears in my collection of poetry and prose, “Dalliance”.
The atmosphere in the Poetry Café was warm and friendly with everyone wishing to read being given a fair crack of the whip. It was great to be introduced to the voices of so many unfamiliar poets and hear my friend and fellow poet, Toby Wheeler read his work.
If you are interested in attending Poetry Unplugged, either as a reader or a member of the audience please see the above link for details (you don’t need to book. Those wishing to read should sign-up between 6-7 pm, prior to reading commencing at 7:30 pm).
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For details of my collection of poetry, “Lost in the Labyrinth of My Mind” please visit http://moyhill.com/lost/. For details of “Dalliance” please go to http://amzn.com/B00QQVJC7E.
As announced on 9 March, I will be reading at the Poetry Café, 22 Betterton Street, Covent Garden, London, on Tuesday 22 March.
Poems will be taken from my recently released collection of poetry, “Lost in the Labyrinth of My Mind”, which is available in print and electronic formats (http://moyhill.com/lost/).
If you are in the vicinity of Covent Garden, it would be wonderful to see you at the Poetry Café. Kevin
