There’s still time to submit a poem for the Diverse Verse 3 poetry collection


My last successful poetry anthology, Diverse Verse 2.

Diverse Verse 3 the poetry book from Walsall with an international reach is ready to accept submissions.

Here’s how you can get involved and see your poem in print

All you need to do to be involved is to email me a poem to the email address below and it will be considered for the book based on the following rules. Please note entry is free.

  1. All poems must be the authors own work, please don’t submit something that isn’t yours.
  2. Poems are welcome from anyone, anywhere in the world.
  3. Please submit no more than one poem.
  4. A submitted poem must be in arial font in a format free word document. If you are unable to do such then just paste your poem into the body of your email.
  5. Poems on any subject and theme are welcome, however sexually explicit poetry and poems with extreme bad language will not be considered.
  6. Poems should be no longer than 400 words approx.
  7. Previously published poems can be submitted as long as the writer holds the copyright.
  8. When submitting poems please include your full name for inclusion in the book’s contents, an alias is acceptable.
  9. Email your poems to Diverseverse@aol.co.uk
  10. The book will be published via Lulu the online publishers.
  11. Closing date for submissions is 31st December 2017.
  12. Anyone who is in the book will be notified after submissions close.
  13. Poems that do not conform to the guidelines will be rejected automatically.
  14. The copyright of any poem selected remains with the author.

I hope to have the book out in 2018 by the spring at the latest, money raised from sales of the collection will go to Cancer research UK.

Diverse Verse 1 in the press

The launch of Diverse Verse 2.

Buy a copy of Diverse Verse 1 by clicking here

Buy a copy of Diverse Verse 2 by clicking here.

 

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City Streets


Your heart was a nothing but a maze of
twisted tiny streets. Each one promising
that it would lead me to you, but
instead spiraling me away from my
desire. Making me retrace again and
again my tired steps, as instead of drawing
closer to you, we got further and
further apart.

Autumn


It’s almost as if someone flicked a switch
Turning summer to autumn overnight.
Leaves dance on tree branches
Seemingly impatient to be free.
Clouds advance across the pale sky
Going from grey to black in a heartbeat.
Trainers are stored away, boots dusted off,
Umbrellas are welcomed back like old friends
Returning from a brief holiday.

Down by the Arboretum Lake



Down by the lake’s shore,
Where its waters calmly lap.
Nature holds its court,
Among the green muddy banks.

Ducks waddle and dip their toes,
Trees bend and reach.
Geese strike a yoga pose,
Among the willows and beech.

Swans both big and small
Across the lake elegantly glide.
While among the rushes tall,
Nests with cygnets hide.

The lake is a place to pause,
To embrace nature’s calming effect.
A green kingdom with no flaws,
For all to stop, enjoy and reflect.

Cartoon Princesses – Just Say No


You’ve probably seen those perfect cartoon princesses,
With wardrobes full of glamorous dresses.
That fit elegantly around impossibly thin hips,
While they smile, flashing perfect white teeth and red lips.
Setting standards that are ridiculously high,
Making today’s kids aspire to what parents cannot buy.

I mean what pet shop stocks rabbits that sing?
Where can you find a cheeky snowman who does cute things?
Despite kids pleas you can’t let them live with dwarves in a shack,
Not unless you want social services on your back.
And as for meeting the prince of your dreams
They’re not nearly as common as cartoons make them seem.

So I say sod those perfect cartoon princesses,
Strangers to real life problems and stresses.
Stuck forever in an animated world that isn’t real,
Unable to change, grow or even feel.
Unable to hide away from all the laughter,
As we realise just how fake’s their happily ever after.

Pollen


Penetrating
Obnoxious
Little particles
Landing and
Entering my
Nose.

 

Hung


Hanging
spent
lifeless.

Hempen noose in a
tight knot binds
the unnatural blossom
to the old oak.

A foot twitches.

The lynch mob hold their breath.

Origami Swan on the X51


Down where the wet newspapers flop,
all wrinkled like damp skin.

Among the crushed drink cans,
trundling like drunken tortoises.

In the one place angels fear to tread
but where the rest of us place our souls,

Cresting a wave of slopped beer,
bobs a delicately folded swan.

I don’t know whose skilled digits
took the rough paper of their bus ticket,

then sharply folded it
before releasing it into the wild.

All can I do is watch as the beery sea swells,
then wave the swan off on its voyage.

Continuing on my own journey,
still weary and tired but now with a smile.

 

I really did see an origami swan on the bus, the proof is above in the photo I took on my phone, obviously being a poet I just couldn’t let the moment pass without committing it to paper.

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Advice for poets and writers


From the talented Grant Snider

7 Sure Signs you were born a poet


Courtesy of South Bank Poetry’s Facebook page.