There was a young man from Kent
Who all his money spent,
On women and booze,
And expensive shoes.
But he gave them up for Lent!
There Was A Young Man From Kent
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The Value of Poetry
Do say
How much would you pay
For a book of 92 pages
(It took me ages
And many rewrites,
Oft late into the night
To get my poetry right!)
Do you care, dear reader how I toiled
Over the midnight oil
To produce this slim volume?
Which will grace your room
(or maybe not, its true
For it all depends on one’s point of view)!
Many a man will his sorrows drown
In a night on the town,
And choose
To Spend his cash
In a manner most rash,
And will selfishly refuse
To pay for a poet’s booze …!
There Was A Young Lady Called Claire
There was a young lady called Claire
Who point blank refused to swear.
She met a man named Dan,
Who had an extremely naughty plan,
Which nearly made Claire swear!
Sugar
From time to time the newspapers and other media carry stories regarding so-called “sugar dating”. “Sugar Dating” entails a man (usually called a “Sugar Daddy”) providing ongoing financial support to a young woman (a “Sugar Babe”) in return for companionship and (almost always) the provision of sexual services. Frequently such articles glamorise “Sugar Dating”, while the more level headed among us see the practice for what it is (a form of prostitution).
The below poem makes no comment on the ethics of selling sex/prostitution. It does, however conflate “Sugar Dating” with prostitution/sex work.
As a point of information I have no interest in what consenting adults do in private (whether that be in the context of a loving relationship, a casual fling or paid sex). I do, however dislike the hypocrisy of pretending that there exists a difference between so-called “Sugar Dating” and sex work, hence this poem.
Sugar so sweet
Looks down on girls who, on ill shod feet
Patrol the cold and lonely street.
She turns up her delicate nose
At those who in cheap clothes
Under street lamps pose.
Sugar loves fine wines
And in expensive restaurants dines
With her darling Honey
Who spends his money
As though there were no tomorrow,
Thereby concealing some inner sorrow?
Sugar so sweet
And the girl on the street
Engage in the same profession.
Discretion
Is sugar’s middle name
But, in the end they are both the same.
—
I shall go and listen to the rain
I shall go
And listen to the rain
Pattering on my window pane,
For I know
Not when it will end
And silence descend
Its my blog and I’ll swear if I like …
Licence to use obtained – Copyright nazlisart at 123RF
I recently read a post in which the author liberally employed the use of expletives/swear words. The article was on the subject of marketing and made a number of valid points. However the utilisation of foul language detracted from the points being made (to my mind at least) and had it not been for the employment of swear words I would have shared on Twitter.
I don’t consider myself to be a prude. There is a place in factual articles for the employment of expletives. For example a report of court proceedings will (quite properly) report that the defendant swore at a police officer and repeat the words used. I am frustrated when certain newspapers refuse to print expletives in full. Adult readers know what foul language is and are perfectly able to cope with reading it when it is necessary to their full understanding of a court case or other similar situation.
I also believe that the utilisation of swearing is justified in the context of literature. For instance a novel portraying the lives of gangsters would, in my opinion be wholly unrealistic where all the criminals in it to speak as though they where monks or nuns. In short what I am objecting to is the employment of 4 letter words for no good reason. To my mind the utilisation of such words merely to provoke a response conjures up an image of a person with a limited vocabulary (they use foul language due to their inability to find other words to express themselves). In many instances this may not be the case. None the less the liberal use of expletives gives that impression to me at least.
I am not in favour of banning things. Each blogger is entitled to write as he (or she) sees fit. It is, however a matter of regret to me that a minority of people seem to believe that it is somehow “cool” or “clever” to sprinkle their posts with bad language for the sake of doing so. I for one find it offensive. As always I would be interested in my readers views.
Kevin
Book by Kevin Morris printed
My thanks to Rhyme for promoting my collection of poetry “My Old Clock I Wind”.
Rhyme is pleased to announce to its readers that Kevin Morris’ new collection of poetry “My Old Clock I Wind” is now avaliable both in print and electronic formats. Here’s our interview with Kevin.
Readers from the UK can meet the poet live at a public readingof his new book on
Wednesday 5th July at 6.30 pm.
There Was A Young Lady Called Yvette
There was a young lady called Yvette
Who owned a very strange pet.
It had 2 heads and one eye.
Oh dear readers I sigh,
As that pet ate poor Yvette …!
A Long Way Back
The barefoot girl who never was
Because
The beach
Remained out of reach
To me.
I hear the sea
And feel the sand
But I can not command
Your hand into mine,
For I find
That you are a mermaid of my mind,
Or perhaps half real,
Though one can not a kiss seal
With a middle-aged man’s hazy recollection
Of a perfection of skin
And imagined sin.
Shrouded
Shrouded in the sheet
They meet
And greet
