In my lonely hours
I have known
The pull of flowers.
I have grown
Weary of being alone
And bought wine
And flowers
To while
Away the time
With painted smiles
And blossom,
Fallen as I.
In my lonely hours
I have known
The pull of flowers.
I have grown
Weary of being alone
And bought wine
And flowers
To while
Away the time
With painted smiles
And blossom,
Fallen as I.
Below are 2 poems from my recently released humorous collection, “My Friend’s Robot Girlfriend and Other Humorous Verses”, followed by links to the book on Amazon.
I awoke to a very loud knocking,
In bed with the beautiful Miss Hocking.
She said, “I can not pretend
That I don’t have a boyfriend!”
I said, “Is that him knocking, Hocking?”
—
When a young lady named Kate
Said, “Kevin, you really do procrastinate!”
I said, “I beg your pardon!
But I am doing this garden!
But perhaps the garden can wait…”
Links:
https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B0C5L3V51S/ (Kindle for the UK).
https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0C5L3V51S/ (Kindle for amazon.com customers).
https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B0C5KVPS78? (paperback for UK customers).
https://www.amazon.com/Friends-Robot-Girlfriend-Humorous-Verses-ebook/dp/B0C5L3V51S/ (paperback for amazon.com customers).
I am pleased to announce that my humorous collection of poetry, “My Friend’s Robot Girlfriend and Other Humorous Verses”, is now available in Kindle and paperback from Amazon.
A humorous collection of verses ranging from the slightly risqué to the quite frankly ridiculous.
https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B0C5L3V51S/ (Kindle for the UK).
https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0C5L3V51S/ (Kindle for amazon.com customers).
https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B0C5KVPS78? (paperback for UK customers).
https://www.amazon.com/Friends-Robot-Girlfriend-Humorous-Verses-ebook/dp/B0C5L3V51S/ (paperback for amazon.com customers).
I know a young lady named Kate
Who went out on a sugar date.
But the man had no money,
Which we all found quite funny!
But she lacks any humour does Kate!
I open my window
And let in his cry
With the chill night air.
He is out there
Somewhere in the dark park,
Or the churchyard nearby.
I closed my
Window against the chill air.
He remained there,
(For how long I
Can not say).
Then his cry
Seemed to fade away.
A house of stopped clocks .
Where, when,
He attempts to wind them,
Wise men
Say, “why not try
Some new batteries today …!”.
In my younger days
I played
With many a maid.
Now my clock
Has stopped.
Yet still I rhyme
Of Father Time.
But all clocks wound
Must run down
When I last passed
This way
I recall no wall
Of wild wet flowers.
That bloom
In May
In the summertime
Flowers will bloom
Still. But in wintertime
Who will recall
This rain-kissed wall
Of springtime and rhyme.
When a poetical young man named Ray
Recited a poem which was most risqué,
A young lady named Hocking
Lost more than her stocking,
And me, I discussed poetry with Ray!
A fleeting connection.
A middle-aged poet’s introspection.
You danced by
And I
Saw youth
And your love of art,
And felt an answering spark
In my poet’s heart.
There is truth
Of a kind
For you to find
Should you truly look
Behind my book.
You will dance away
And, at some future day
May remember a middle-aged poet
Who gave to you
Something of what is true.