It was down to the holiness of St Columba To wake Scotland from a time-warped slumber He not only gave God to the people Complete with bell, book and steeple…
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I walk by the Thames I know so well Caught again by a riverine spell I know you well but I know you not An endless flow without a plot…
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Who ever knew Truth be put to flight By falsehood in an open fight? So said Milton and if truth be told It was widely swallowed in his day That…
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London is curiously at ease Invaded twice daily from overseas But the Thames knows Where it goes Its tide with the moon communes Mornings and afternoons Changing its course Each…
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I have been deeply moved by the reaction to my book and as a lot of readers have bought multiple copies to give as presents I thought it might be…
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Spring in the Park Daffodils the park adorn Winter Hawthorn is reborn Willows now are weeping green The robin looks for crumbs unseen Buds unfolding now are free Spring is…
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This has been running on a computer 24/7 for over 20 years in an attempt to get an algorithm to replicate a two line poem as a small contribution to…
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What happened when artificial intelligence brain ChatGPT challenged my poem with two of its own
by Vic Keeganby Vic KeeganThis is Poem I wrote when I was starting to suffer from writer’s block during the Covid lockdown UNTIL it hit me it was just a joke Something that happened…
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What3Words.com locates any space of 3m square using only three words. As lockdown therapy I hesitantly tried a poem which contains a 3 word location (in the right order!) so…
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Poem: The Thames at source I went to a shrine without compare To see a river that wasn’t there We strolled from the station forecourt at Kemble Where walkers, like…
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The Thames Flow London is curiously at ease, Invaded twice daily from overseas But the Thames knows Where it goes Its tide with the moon communes Mornings and afternoons Changing…
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Scene 1 Puck If we shadows have offended . . . Give me your hands, if we be friends, And Robin shall restore amends. Stage blacks out and the lights…
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Poem Sancho’s shop in Westminster in the 1760s In Charles Street there used to be a shop Where many a celebrity was won’t to stop To buy sugar, baccy and…
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Poem Yew Most country folk will tell you all If you cut one down bad luck will befall In churchyards their seductive leaves are spread See how they thrive among…
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Ode to a newly urbanised tree Of all the trees that nature has endowed There’s one alone outshines the crowd Its name is Ginkgo (culled from the Greek) Its history…
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