There was a young Conservative called Fred
Who dressed all in red.
His Socialist friend Yvette
Said “I have never yet
Seen a Tory turn so red”!
There Was A Young Conservative Called Fred
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If I Told You What I Believe
If I told you what I believe would you call me a reactionary? A liberal, a socialist or some other name?
What would you gain
By labelling me an old stick-in-the mud
Who would
Put the clock back if he could?
Is that in fact what I wish to do,
For you may my words misconstrue
And find I play a game with you!
If you read my poetry through
From cover to cover
You may discover
That my view
Is of a world full of shades of grey,
So, I say
Enjoy when I tease
But please
Do not on my words seize
And put a label on me
For I am free
And simply me.
There Was A Young Man Called Jerry
There was a young man called Jerry
Who was overly fond of sherry.
He drank it all day
And his wife would say
“You will get no sense out of Jerry”!
Competition to win 2 free copies of my collection of poetry, “Lost in the Labyrinth of My Mind” (we have one winner but the competition remains open)!
On Monday 6 March, I offered readers the opportunity to win 2 (free) signed copies of my collection of poetry “Lost in the Labyrinth of My Mind” .
I am delighted to announce that George Agak answered correctly and will receive a signed print copy of “Lost in the Labyrinth”.
For George’s blog please visit HERE.
One copy of “Lost in the Labyrinth of My Mind” remains to be won.
To enter the competition and be in with a chance of winning the one remaining book, please visit HERE.
There Was A Young Man Called Guy
There was a young man called Guy
Who worked in a pig sty.
He was rather posh
And would say “golly and gosh”
To the pigs who lived in that sty!
Competition to win 2 free copies of my collection of poetry, “Lost in the Labyrinth of My Mind”
I am giving away 2 free print copies of my collection of poetry, “Lost in the Labyrinth of My Mind”.
The first 2 people to answer the following question correctly will receive a signed print copy
What is the name of Scrooge’s nephew in Dicken’s novel “A Christmas Carol”?
Please send your answers to me at newauthoronline (at) gmail dot com, (the address is given in this way to defeat spammers).
Please put “Competition” in the subject line of your email.
The best of luck!
Kevin
Graveyard
Often do I have cause
For thought, yet seldom pause
Here for long.
Perhaps it is a strong
Desire to forget my fate
Which leads me, (be it early or late),
Without a backward glance
Lest by some mischance
I see my own ghost,
To post-haste, exit the graveyard gate
And enter again
This temporary realm of men.
Rainbow
The rain does come and go,
Interspersed by the sun’s cheerful light.
I think there might
Be a rainbow
And, at it’s end
A pot of gold,
For the bold
Such as you and I, to find, my friend!
In any event, let us pretend.
(Note: I am not sure about the last line. However it can stand for now).
There Was A Young Libertine Called Mike
There was a young libertine called Mike
Who said “I can do as I like”.
He met an innocent girl named Dawn
Who’s father did warn
“I will end your life with this spike!”
Sterile
The birds
Say more than my words
About this sterile
World which the virile
Rain is making wet.
We forget
That we are part of the whole
And lose our soul
In the daily grind.
Sometimes we find
Rain drops falling,
Calling
To a mind
Which can perhaps reach beyond the pap
Of the photogenic TV personality, who has nothing to say.
But she does our will to live sap
In such a pretty way
K Morris - Poet 