Denys E. W. Jones
Denys E. W. Jones Poems
|41.||The Theft Outright||9/15/2006|
|42.||Against The Grain||7/2/2007|
|43.||They Say All Men Are Brothers||10/11/2006|
|44.||Burberry Goes To China||4/10/2007|
|46.||Cut Your Carbon Footprint!||2/8/2007|
|47.||The Language Of Love||1/4/2007|
|48.||The Worst Poem Ever Written||8/23/2006|
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The Worst Poem Ever Written
The worst poem ever written.
Well, what did you expect?
Strikes no chords, hits no buttons,
Just leaves you all perplexed.
Speaks not of Life, Death, Hope or Hate,
Or hearts by Love’s darts smitten.
You surely will not like its shape,
Its form, its structure, rhythm.
Spring, Summer, Autumn, Winter
Get only a brief mention.
Where is the focus, centre?
What captures our attention?
No similes, no imagery,
No metaphors, no meat.
No juicy, tasty turns of phrase
In which to sink one’s teeth.
A dud, a flop, complete dead ...
Eleven Little Questions
Who will buy my sweet, red roses?
Who will read my rhymes?
Who will listen when I speak?
Pass with me the time?
Who’ll come if I throw a party?
Who’ll ask me to theirs?
Who will wipe away my tears,
When I’ve lost my hair?