Strolling through the graveyard in early April,
I enjoy the warm sunshine.
I am not sure of the divine.
Still,
A man may take pleasure
Whilst not knowing whether
Mother Nature, or the Creator
Causes the sun to shine.
Both are divine.
And a minuscule
Virus does wait,
Unseen by the eyes,
To seal the fate
Of the fool
And the wise,
For it does not discriminate.
I have received the below notification regarding an opportunity for poets to have their work aired:
“Dear friends and fellow poets,
We are sending you all our very best wishes for your good health and continued safety and would like to invite you to join in a brand new adventure while
all of us are in confinement of one kind or another.
We have had the following interesting idea shared with us and we want to invite you all to contribute.
If you have written, or would like to write, about your present situation or want to reflect on the experiences of people around you in these strange Coronavirus
times then read on – start writing – and send your poems directly to David Vickery.
kindest thoughts to you all
Caroline and Angela x
YourPoemaDay
I’m no poet but I can read poetry and with my track record as an actor, announcer and voice-over artist in broadcast and non-broadcast work over the past
40 years, I know I can sit in front of a camera and read other people’s verse.
So, if you, or your friends would like to write a poem in response to Coronavirus, the lockdown, or any aspect of the current situation that is of interest
to them, then I’d like to read it out on a Facebook site I am setting up. One thing – I am looking for poems that will cheer us up, not take us down.
Think positive.
The site will be promoted via Twitter and Instagram and I anticipate there will be an early boost to numbers coming to the site as I have a television
entertainment friend in San Francisco who says he’ll happily talk about this on-air.
I can’t guarantee a poem EVERY single day but certainly most days – and I obviously can’t GUARANTEE to read out every poem sent to me but will try! Also
the inclusion of a little bit of background information about the poet to add some colour and texture to the content would be appreciated. There is no
set length to the poem or any other parameters beyond those stated. The “on-air” environment will reflect a certain cheekiness. We have to smile our way
through these days.
One final thing – a small legal bit. There needs to be confirmation from anyone who submits a poem that they grant me usage to show and distribute their
poem. And that’s about it.
I have a busy working week ahead at the BBC, so my guess is that this will be up and running by the end of next week (15/16 April?). Enough time to write
a poem, or two?
Replies should be to
davidvickery@me.com
Here’s where you can find out about me
http://www.davidvickery.co.uk
. Although I find them embarrassing to watch these days there are plenty of TVS Late Night Late videos to be found on YouTube from 30 years ago
but my approach will be somewhat similar.
For anyone who is interested, THANK YOU so much! Let’s have some fun.
Best Wishes from South London
David”.
Kisses in springtime
Make for rhyme.
Flowers open.
The unspoken
Word, is heard
In the heart
Of the artist
Who does capture,
In his art
The rapture
Of a girl kissed
By an old reprobate.
The portrait
Is his
At any rate.
When a beautiful young artist
Said, “you are extremely drunk”,
I said, “you’ve crossed a line,
And what you say doesn’t rhyme.
In fact the point you’ve missed!”.
A young lady named Lou
Will only entertain the number 2.
Whilst her boyfriend called Lee
Dreams of the figure 3.
And Sue, she thinks of Lou!
Heels and sin
She is to him.
He paddles
Without saddles.
And cares not
For what
May be,
For he
Is in his stride
And can not
See
Beyond the pond,
Where those who ride
In waters hot
Oft times find
They lose their mind,
In a momentary desire
To play with fire.
And the cost of lust,
Is dust.
Whilst consulting the world map
I suffered a great mishap.
I spilt my wine
Along a sensative line,
Which caused a diplomatic spat!
The daisies remain,
Although not the same
As those I saw
Carpetting Nature’s floor,
When, as a child
I ran wild
And free.
I can almost see
The Daisy Chain,I made from nature’s great store.
Better to have left them on her green floor.
As it is much easier to disrupt than construct.
And the chain I composed
On the school playing field
Did yield
To time.
Am I arrogant to suppose
That this little rhyme
May outlast the brief hour
Of a daisy flower?
A young lady named Pam
Performs for gentlemen on webcam.
Each day at 3
She reads her poetry,
And then she performs on cam!
A young man by the name of Hogg
Said, “I shall blog about my new dog.
But the going it got real tough,
So the dog, who was called Rough,
Took over that blog, belonging to Hogg.
K Morris - Poet 