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Falling

No rain can quell
This burning
Hell.

Angels falling from the sky,
Calling to you and I,
Cry
Crocodile tears
For wasted years.
Then, half-heartedly die.

Why pretend
As we descend,
That you do not recognise
In those dead eyes
The mirror image of you and I?

Of Poets And Legislators

“Poets are the unacknowledged legislators
Of the world” Shelley said.
But all praters
Must go to that night
Where none write,
For what use are words to the dead?

Your assistance in choosing a book cover for “My Old Clock I Wind and Other Poems” would be much appreciated

As many of you are aware, I am in the process of publishing a further collection of poetry, “My Old Clock I Wind and Other Poems”.

The collection derives it’s title from the first poem, which is entitled (appropriately enough) “My Old Clock I Wind”.

I am in the midst of choosing a photograph for the book cover and would greatly appreciate your views on the photographs featured here, which show the clock from which the book derives it’s title.

Comments concerning the quality of the images, which picture you prefer and why (together with any other input) would be much appreciated.

Version 1: Clock Close-up

Version 2: Clock

Version 3: Clock and Picture

Please leave your comments below or, if you prefer send an email to newauthoronline (at) gmail dot com (please note, the address is rendered in this manner to avoid spam)!

There Was A Young Man Called Holmes

There was a young man called Holmes
Who investigated some missing gnomes.
But if one takes a look
In Watson’s enthralling book,
There is no case of “The Missing Gnomes!”