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In my continued series of “poetry sent to me by random people,” I present to you the following work by William Wordsmith (I’m pretty sure that’s a pen name). It’s called “The Sea” and I’m sure you’ll find it delightful.
The Sea
by William WordsmithI think the Sea
Should come to me,
For when I stay
On holiday
It’s always cold
(And I am old).But when I’m here
The sky is clear;
The sun is out
And people shout
And have such fun
beneath said sun.So that is why
I think the sky
Is better here
In Haslemere.
There’s not much sand,
But I can stand
To do without,
And would not pout
If, once, the Sea
Would come to me.
0 comments Friday 16 Feb 2007 | Sam | Up-and-coming Poets
Bernard Melchior doesn’t know anything about existentialism (or flexistentialism), but he knows what he likes. He wrote this poem for me (and you, by extension), and suggested I start a section for up-and-coming poets, which this post is the first member of.
Biography: Bernard is from the Great Britain, and he has invented all sorts of useful things, like towers to sit on while judging people, and airs of Suspicion. In addition to poetry, he writes things like children’s books, boring speeches, and letters of complaint.
I present to you:
Dilemma
Dedicated to William Blake
by Bernard R MelchiorO Iris Bold, O Iris Bold.
How could you serve me so?
She shot me in the hand, you know.
You don’t like that, I’m told.
Bernard has a daughter
It’s just a rumour.
You don’t need to humour
Me.
I won’t believe it til we’ve caught ‘er.
4 comments Wednesday 17 Jan 2007 | Sam | Up-and-coming Poets