“Those are my socks” she said
As we sat upon my bed.
Had I put them on?
I have quite forgot
Yet it matters not
For she is long since gone.
“Have you seen my sock?” another said, in her teasing way.
She also has gone her way.
Was it under the bed or elsewhere?
And why should I care?
Perhaps it is not so
Though I know each name.
A distant shout
As children lark about
In the playground.
A happy sound.
Though many a fool
Does romanticise school
I was honoured to appear on Vancouver Co-Op Radio’s The World Poetry Reading Series, at approximately 9:21 (UK time) on the evening of Thursday 11th January. During the broadcast I discussed (and read) my poetry.
To listen to a podcast of the broadcast please visit http://worldpoetry.ca/?p=12516. My segment can be found approximately 51 minutes into the broadcast.
I would like to thank Ariadne Sawyer and all at the World Poetry Reading Series for hosting me.
Kevin
There was a young man named Hogg
Who started a WordPress blog.
It was viewed by him
And a cat named Jim
And was moderated by his girlfriend’s dog!
There was a young firebrand called Paul
Who called for the establishment to fall.
On becoming a peer of the realm
He said “now I’m at the country’s helm
Things don’t look that bad at all …”.
A short skirt and heels
Is his heart’s desire.
She sighs,
Feels objectified
But complies
For the fire
Must be lit
And the money split
With one who
Loves her true.
A platform for young writers to express themselves.
Hearing shy laughter
I wonder what comes after
This thing
Which ends in no ring.
As mentioned in my post of 30 December 2017, I shall be appearing on Vancouver Co-Op Radio’s, The World Poetry Reading Series, at 9:30 pm (UK time), on Thursday 11 January.
During the course of the programme I shall be discussing (and reading) my poetry.
For anyone who would like to listen but is unable to do so, I aim to link to a podcast of the programme once this becomes available.
The best poems of Wilfred Owen
Previously, we’ve selected ten of the best poems about the First World War; but of all the English poets to write about that conflict, one name towers above the rest: Wilfred Owen (1893-1918). Here’s our pick of Wilfred Owen’s ten best poems.
‘Futility’. This is a brief lyric that focuses on a group of soldiers standing over the dead body of a fallen comrade, and is one of Owen’s finest uses of his trademark pararhyme (or half-rhyme). Although the speaker and his fellow soldiers seem to think that the ‘kind old sun’ will be able to revive their dead comrade, we readers know that this is hopeful optimism if not naivety on the part of the speaker.
‘Strange Meeting’. Siegfried Sassoon called ‘Strange Meeting’ Owen’s passport to immortality; it’s certainly true that it’s poems like this that helped to…
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