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 Jun 2018 Dagen Kipling
Aa Harvey
There is no money in poetry


The foundations have been laid, now the money needs to be made.
I want to become a full time poet; how do I make this pay?
Is there anybody out there willing to offer a helping hand?
If poems were worthy £1, I would have made a grand.


What is poetry worth?
I know the value of words;
But what hope is there for a future,
When poetry is all free, just like music?
We live in a changing world.


Still seeking a publisher;
Still seeking inspiration.
Still seeking enlightenment;
Still in need of a vacation.


I write at least one poem a day; now I’m on book twenty two.
I like that Twenty One Pilots song they are playing;
I wish I could know what you think.  What will it take to prove,
That people like my poetry and the words that I use?
No other job will ever inspire me, I have a vocation;
This is my truth.  This is what I do.


Please send a sign, or a contract to sign;
It’s a sign of the times, that there is no money in rhymes.
I’m not asking for much money; just enough to live comfortably.
I dream of having my books published; no I’m not being funny.


I’m deadly serious; this is what I need, what I want.
I want to be a poet; I will do whatever I must.
My life is too short on this Earth to be lying, in the sun;
I must write, I must yearn; I must believe and I must trust.


One thousand poems written; some good, some bad.
But the majority are welcomed with open hands.  I gave it all I had.
I am still a novice; I am always honest.
I am getting better with age; even if this poem doesn’t show it.


This is truth, this is real; now let it pay for my meals.
I am humble before all poets; if you ask I will kneel.
I will beg you to just take a look at my works;
Do not judge me by just one poem.  That is all I ask;
Surely this I deserve.


No poet can always be perfect;
My style may be different to theirs,
But we are all worthy of your notice…

Let us know that you care.


(C)2016 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
I've not said ******* since Tuesday
The week is going just fine
The fates has relented
The Gods have consented
My stars have begun to align

I've not said ******* since lunch break
I thought it too much to ask
The lift doors conspired
My coffee went skyward
And I ended up on my ****
I stole the first line From Victoria Wood.
Should I go on
If I would just stay here
On gliding wings
Saying things
That only you will hear

There isn’t any part of me
That’d trade you for the world
You say you love me to the moon
And back, but that’s inopportune

So I will wait here
Don’t care how far or near
Just as I did yesteryear
And I will always go on.
wake with a wedding ring
sparkling next to you; fingerless
 Jun 2018 Dagen Kipling
elizabeth
i’ll never be able to wash it away.
your touch,
your kiss,
your hug,
your false love
and pretentious lies.

i’ll forever have you in the corner of my mind.
you’ll stay there,
reminding me how someone can stop loving you.
how someone can watch you cry
and lie awake in pain.
how someone can play with your heart
and not worry about the consequences.

you swore to high heavens that i was the one,
“you are the love of my life”

as you leave me

for her.
 Jun 2018 Dagen Kipling
Mya
Even quitting cigarettes
Was easier than quitting you
I might just be an addict after all.
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