It is a fine day
And there are bills to pay.
“We will be good tomorrow”
“There will be no more sorrow”.
The clichéd things we say
And there are bills to pay …
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Yearning
Gulls Turning.
Me yearning
To be free
As the sea
What
What
Lies
Beneath
The
Pure
White
Sheet?
Catherine Wheel
Sometimes I feel
Like a Catherine wheel,
My words as sparks,
Lighting the dark.
But who in December
remembers
The fifth of November?
—
In the United Kingdom, Bonfire or Guy Fawkes Night takes place on 5 November. The above was written on 9 December 2015.
Silk And Lace
Silk and lace.
Those legs.
Her face.
She leaves
not a hair out of place.
The Fairy Ring
The ring is no longer magic
but the tragic
fairies continue to dance.
There is no romance
yet as a magnet to the metal
man can not settle
and is drawn
to this sight forlorn.
The flesh tires.
Desires
cool
but the fool
plays with the burning coal.
Man’s goal
is the salvation of his soul.
The fairies cease their play
as day
breaks.
Man as from a dream awakes
and forsakes
for a time
the circle, once thought so divine.
John
This is the place of passing delight,
Where souls are lost at dead of night.
This is the place of lust and sighs,
Where something in each man dies.
This is the place of creaking boards,
Where men unsheathe their mighty swords.
This is the place of guys called John,
Where satisfaction, once obtained, they are gone.
The Rules Of Poetry
I came across this entertaining piece on the rules of poetry while browsing the web, (http://www.improve-education.org/id49.html). The writer argues there are, in fact no rules or rather if the poet does follow rules they should be of their own making. Rules do, in the view of the writer stifle creativity, replacing vibrancy with the dead hand of uniformity.
Book Review: My Wings By Patty Van Delft
My Wings by Patty Van Delft is a moving collection of poetry. In part 1,Patty leaves no holes barred in expressing raw emotions of loss, depression and hopelessness. However all is not dark. There glimmers the light of hope and optimism. Love and a zest for life is evident in the second part of Patty’s book.
Patty has accomplished the difficult task of being searingly honest about highly personal and emotional issues. This book is well worth reading.
For My Wings By Patty Van Delft please visit (http://www.amazon.com/My-Wings-Just-Patty-ebook/dp/B00MH7FGJE) or (http://www.amazon.co.uk/My-Wings-Just-Patty-ebook/dp/B00MH7FGJE).
Kevin
Sir Smasham UP By E. V. Rieu
At school I had a wonderful teacher, Mr Delacruz who, along with my grandfather kindled in me a love of literature. I remember Mr Delacruz’s classroom as being piled high with books, volumes tottered on storeroom shelves. For me, as a small boy entering his classroom was akin to visiting Aladdin’s cave.
I recollect him reading aloud to we children. He even made a recording of several stories and poems for me including Conan Doyle’s The Speckled Band and Alfred Noye’s poem The Highwayman. One poem from which I derived particular pleasure was Sir Smasham UP by E V RIEU, (http://monologues.co.uk/Childrens_Favourites/Smasham_Uppe.htm). For a reason which shall forever remain clouded in mystery, the first few lines of Rieu’s humorous poem popped into my head this morning,
“Good afternoon, Sir Smasham Uppe!
We’re having tea: do take a cup!”
and I determined to look up this childhood favourite. If you have children, grandchildren or are acquainted with children in any way I recommend introducing Rie
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