I met a young lady named Ling
Who said, “are you left-wing or right-wing?”.
I said, “politics are so boring
And will have us both snoring!
Now Ling, do you fancy a fling!”
Politics or Pleasure
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My Homicidal AI
When I said,
To my Alexa AI,
“Am I dead?”,
She made quick reply,
“I hope so!”.
I really don’t know
But maybe I
Possess a homicidal AI!
(Note: sometimes I ask my Alexa random questions for the fun of doing so. The above poem stems from a genuine answer provided by Alexa to the question, “Am I dead?”.
Alexa has given the same response to the above question over several weeks. Should I be concerned …
Autumn
In her rush
A young woman’s heels
Cruelly crush leaves.
The ageing poet sees
Autumn has come.
He feels girl’s heels
Carelessly kick away
The once green leaves
Of his May.
Were We Lovers of a Kind?
Were we lovers of a kind?
There was no answering spark
In your heart.
While in mine I find
A rhyme of your first time
Bought through art.
You were kind.
And I too was kind
For you and I both knew
Just what you
Felt you had to do.
Your need to feed,
And mine for women and wine.
No return of texts
For you were never mine.
The Poetry Teacher
I know a young poet named Lee
Who says, “my poetry will outlast me!”.
I regret his verse
Grows steadily worse
So they pay him to teach poetry!
A Lover’s Tiff
When a pretty young lady known as Lou
Said, “I will see you both at 2”,
My girlfriend Jane
Really did complain
As she has this thing for Miss Sue …!
Earth
These autumn leaves
Remind me
Of my mortality.
Winter’s knife
Chops down life.
And trees
In spring bring
Forth leaves
And I recall
We all
Are of earth
And turf.
She says, “Soon I Will Stop This”
She says, “soon I will stop this”.
“Why do I engage
With a girl only half my age?.
Must I forever kiss
Lips which yearn to turn from me?
I am no devil
And perhaps at a certain level
She likes me.
In her deep sleep I see
Her in her vulnerability
And find the tenderness in me.
There is no true bliss
In her reluctant kiss.
But gold may hold sway
Tomorrow as with today.”
The Importance of Humour
A young lady who works as a perfumer
Said, “you have absolutely no sense of humour!”.
As I stamped on her toes
I said, “my dear Miss Rose,
Don’t you wish you had met me sooner!”.
A Recording of More Poetic Meanderings
I am pleased to announce that a complete recording of ‘More Poetic Meanderings’ is now available, read by me. The recording is split into four parts. To listen to my most recent uploads, please visit here for Part 3 and here for Part 4.
Part 1 can be found here whilst Part 2 can be found here.
More Poetic Meanderings is also available in Paperback and Kindle on Amazon.
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