Shall I write a poem in free
Verse?
Sometimes it seems perverse
To me
To be
Free
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Polythene
A sheen
Of perspiration
Is seen
On polythene
Anticipation
Rises.
Comprises:
Coin,
Join,
Sweat
And regret.
Problems in listening to the podcast of my interview on the World Poetry Reading Series
I would like to apologise for the difficulties encountered by some readers when attempting to listen to the podcast of my recent interview on Vancouver Co-op Radio. Several people, (including my own dear mum)! Have contacted me saying that they could not access the broadcast (a link to which can be found here, http://worldpoetry.ca/?p=11765).
Having (initially) been able to listen to the programme, I was unaware of the problems experienced by others in accessing the broadcast. However, having encountered the same problem while attempting to listen earlier today, I contacted Vancouver Co-op Radio and received the following response which does, essentially boil down to the need to use Google Chrome:
“Our archives are flash based and Google does not support Flash any longer. As an under-resourced organization, we are not in the position to upgrade to
HTML5 for our players until the earliest at the end of 2017.
You can, however, enable flash in your browser. Ensure you have the latest updated version of Google Chrome and you can read the following to help you
understand what is happening:
http://www.pcadvisor.co.uk/how-to/internet/how-stop-flash-crashing-in-chrome-3332967/
I hope to get this upgraded or have a temporary solution in place soon”.
Once again, please accept my apologies.
Kevin
Mermaid and Merman
“Our love is deep as the sea,
And There is such depth to you and me.
We go so far down,
We will in passion drown”,
(the mermaid said,
As she wriggled her toes,
On the ocean’s bed).
“Poseidon knows,
How the tide comes and goes,
My pretty rose”,
(I said,
With a shake of my head,
As I departed our briny bed).
Socks
She mocks
In socks,
With her unblemished skin,
And barely lukewarm sin
Loaded Gun
He had such charm
As with a smile he said,
“There is no harm,
Come to bed”.
They had their fun,
As the sun
Glowed traffick light red,
But there was “no harm”, she said
Lost Pearls
Whispering girls,
Their pearls
Long since lost,
Consort with fools
Who know not the cost
Of precious jewels,
While those who know,
Sigh and say “it was always so”.
Supermarket Aisles
No trumpets play,
‘Just the same musak as yesterday,
Sounds down supermarket aisles
Where rictus smiles
Tally the cost
Of loves bought and lost,
And there is no sun
Behind the frost,
Merely a kind of fun,
Wherein shopper and purveyor are soon done.
The Morning After
The morning after the night before
Alice closed a door.
“Drink me” the potion said.
She drank without emotion
And now a possibility is dead.
On Dark Nights
On dark nights the fawn
does the wolf engulf
In such exquisite delights
But come the dawn
Both wolf and fawn
Are left,
Bereft
Listening to silence’s interminable yawn