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Kevin’s poetry to be read on Vancouver Co-op Radio

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I was delighted to learn that Ariadne, from Vancouver Co-op Radio (http://www.coopradio.org/content/world-poetry-cafe-2), has kindly agreed to read one of my poems, during her programme, which airs between 1-2 pm on Thursday 8 December. Ariadne presents the World Poetry Reading Series (http://worldpoetry.ca/), a regular feature on Vancouver Co-op Radio. I am grateful to Ariadne and Vancouver Co-op Radio for this opportunity.
I will, at a later date be interviewed by Ariadne on her programme. Once details are known I will post them here.

Kevin

Flame

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Thought
Caught
In the flames of this fire,
Fanning my desire
For a past when the publican laid logs
In fireplaces
And drinker’s faces
Gathered around the blaze as their dogs
Lazed beside the eternal flame.

It is not the same
Since the pub changed hands. The beer
Remains unchanged, yet I fear
The flame does not burn as bright
Of a winter’s night
And the grate is too often cold.

On Patrol

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On patrol.
She is in control,
Her whole
Being bent
On making him content.

His pent
Up frustration
Is expressed in dissipation.
He has long since lost control
And is losing his soul.

She stays for a while
Then leaves with a smile
And a wave.
The position is grave
And no one is saved.

On patrol again
She wonders when
Or if the men
Will ever see
The real she
Hidden behind the make-up.

Girl and man need a wake-up
Call,
But it is easier to fall
Than to arise
And reach for the skies.

Kevin Live On Croydon Radio at 5:15 pm Today

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Just a quick reminder that I will be on Croydon Radio at 5:15 this evening to talk about my poetry. To listen at 5:15 please go to http://croydonradio.com/. My interview will subsequently be available as a podcast.

Kevin

Poems for Winter

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The official start of winter is 1 December. However, given the extremely cold bouts we have been experiencing here in the UK, coupled with winter’s impending onset, I wanted to share with you a number of my poems with a wintry theme:

The Clocks Have Gone Back
Thoughts On A Winter’s Evening
Will Spring Come Again?
Snow
Bee And Rose
December?
Leaf

My Old Clock I Wind

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My old clock I wind
And much philosophy therein find.
I can bring
The pendulum’s swing
To a stop With my hand,
Yet I can not command
Time to default
On his duty and halt
The passing of the years.
He has no ears
For our laughter and tears
And his sickle will swing on
Long after we are gone.