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I submitted a new poem, 'My Other-Me' to Free Verse Revolution in response to the October prompt, 'Reflections.' I am delighted to say that the poem has been published over at FVR in advance of the new month: My Other-Me The bent swans’ necksformed a heart-shapereflected in the lake:I thought of you.My Other-Mereflected in themirror-glass... Continue Reading →
Today I am delighted to bring you another guest post from the wonderfully talented and unashamedly silly Don Matthews of 'The Flippant, Comic, and Serious.' In today's poem he is channelling his all-time hero, Spike Milligan. Even if Don's cat, 'Silly Billy' (pictured above) is not impressed, I'm sure you will be: Willy-Nilly I would... Continue Reading →
Tone Pavček was one of Slovenia's most renowned modern poets. His work was recommended to me by a family member who knew I liked poetry. So I borrowed a book of his poems from the library. Unfortunately, I have not been able to find many translations of his work into English, so I thought I'd... Continue Reading →
I am proud to have another poem appearing at FVR today. I wrote it after touching down from a somewhat traumatic flight: As we descended through the cloudsThe skies darkened so suddenlyI wonderedIf there is an afterlife andIf so, would it be some ectoplasmicVersion of this one... Read on at Free Verse Revolution. Be sure... Continue Reading →
Today, I am proud to be hosting Don Matthews at EIF. Don is an Australian writer who's work is different to the 'norm'. He focuses on rhyme with content taken from humour, serious, nonsense, absurd etc. I recommend exploring his site 'Flippant, Comic, and Serious' for poetry with a difference: The Flippant, Comic, and Serious... Continue Reading →
Mirror, mirror on the wallTell me what you see:Someone who once knew it allOnce looked a lot like me. At least she thought she knew it all;She passed all the examsBut when she had to choose a life It all went up in flames. It's not easy to live alone;Nor easy to make friends: It’s harder still... Continue Reading →
I’ll wear my swishing, stunning skirt todaybecause todayI’m going to the land of ex-girlfriends: they wear their skin tan;their hair pinned to perfection;their nails manicured impeccably; I’m morelike a manmy appearance doesn’t own meI trythen I loose interest; miss a beatand they’ll be outthose ex-girlfriends from every corner of the street they'll comewanting my husband’s salaryand all the things I didn’t... Continue Reading →
Yesterday on the bus my kids sang:‘All day long I’d biddy-biddy BUM!If I were a wealthy MAN.’On the way homeWe passed a man sleeping in a doorway:Better by far to be a rich bumThan a freezing poor Man. Written in response to dVerse: Quadrille #110: Shall we bum around a bit? For some reason, my kids... Continue Reading →
It’s easy to climb:Just don’t look down.It’s easy to leave:Just don’t everCast a glanceOver your shoulder.But easiest of all isTo stay:As easy as sliding down a greased poleInto not-so-quiet desperation. It’s easy to stay but it’s alsoThe hardest of all:Tortured hoursAnd the slow death of the soul. I am posting this, a little late, for dVerse... Continue Reading →
I met you in the food courtOf the shopping-mall, thatCathedral of commercialism, thereWere chintzy flowers on the restaurant wallWhere I saidI would helpYou find a woman, butWhere were the women? Visit FVR for the full text, where this month's theme is 'nightmares and dreams.' This stream-of-consciousness poem is inspired by a dream I had once... Continue Reading →
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