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To the tune of Londonderry Air. Warning! Contains strong language and political themes: Oh Donny boy,The blatant lies you’re tellingStink to high heavenAnd right back down to hell: You claim it’s fraudIs that a rat I’m smelling?You say it’s fixedBut that you’ve won as well; And I’ll be damnedIf I hear one more slanderUpon the... Continue Reading →
Haiku is a Japanese art form which has become incredibly popular in English. English haiku are typically 17-syllable poems split across three lines in the pattern 5-7-5. I did a little research, however, and learned that traditional Japanese haiku are formed of 17 on, a Japanese linguistic unit which is not quite the same as... Continue Reading →
Today I bring you another 3 poems from Aussie Poet Don Matthews of The Flippant, Comic, and Serious. Don is a regular contributor to this site, and he writes poetry which is often of a humorous bent, but with a serious twist. Visit his site to find out more! This week, Don is inspired by... Continue Reading →
The time has come, for tricks and treats, for fiendish fun and frights, and for the announcement of the EIF Halloween Poetry Challenge winning entries! This week, we had a frightfully good response, and I would like to thank everyone who entered. I had so much spooky fun reading your entries. A special thanks to... Continue Reading →
Hostilities suspended for a few hours:hostility ofself-against-self;of inner darkness versus inner light;of the Devil whispering in my ear‘What if?’ What if today, I just embrace the moment? What if just for today, I hold my children extra tight?What if I kiss their honey-hair and focus on the love of livingembracing every single star out shining in the... Continue Reading →
Quick coffee and thenclean the toiletquick coffee and then wash the clothes Quick coffee andkeep everybody happyquick coffee, doas every woman does: What of my dreamsand my desireswhich would read something like this? Quick coffee andwrite poetryquick coffee and thenread all morning long: Quick coffee, kiss the childrenquick coffee, wipe their faces cleanquick coffee, try to focus... Continue Reading →
The way you think it is is not the way it is at all:We see through a glass darkly; we barely see beyond the veil. The doors of our perception dimmedby dullness of the daily grindsometimes a chink in the armour of agesshows us the light within, behind. There are more things in heaven and earthand... Continue Reading →
A lifetime's quest, or thatof half a life at leastwas born the day I firstclimbed Hampsfell. Lookout point on the CartmelPeninsula, high above Grange-over-Sands/stretched out below meout to sea Behind were all the mountainsof my youth and visionsof the mountains still to climb. As I approached the templeon the hill, I read the legend Ῥοδοδάκτυλος... Continue Reading →
The land looks different lit in silver. That's most-of-all what I remember, the night of almost being stranded on a mountainside. True story: I was a romantic-minded, foolish teenager, determined to see the sunset from the summit of the mountain. Absolutely crazy. My dad couldn't persuade me to go back. Textbook idiocy. Of course, the... Continue Reading →
Oh black cat, little bandit sweet,who crosses my path every night, please do not run away from me,listen, I tell you, do not flee. I only wish to stroke your sleekdark fur, your silky neck. For I have also, so I'm tolda hand that's made to stroke, to hold. But no-one in the world knows... Continue Reading →
