The Amores continue Ovid's love-affair with love poetry, until he is tempted to leave his elegiac Muse for her 'worthier' tragic sister. This moment from Amores 3.1 was brilliantly drawn for me by and it now hangs on my office wall.

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It's so here's a panel sample from the comic version of my poem, "Dark Horse" (illustration by ), 1 of 5 comic poems from my new book, "cocoon". You can pre-order "cocoon" here: https://t.co/lsmQfEm1kF

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🎙📽 Voices of poets Мayakovsky, Esenin, Akhmatova, Voloshin, Blok - voices from the past.

Happy

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🌟 COVER REVEAL 🌟

We’re excited to reveal the cover for TIGER, TIGER, BURNING BRIGHT, our new poetry collection with ! With poems selected by Fiona Waters and gorgeous illustrations by 🍃🐯

Publishing in September 2020! 📚

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Another one inspired by and today's theme 'bait'. Plus it ties in nicely with - The Shark by Lord Alfred Douglas, illustrated by from Storytime Issue 59. And yes... the kids are the bait! 😳#welovepoems

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It’s To celebrate here is the poem the Mad Hatter recited to the dormouse at his famous tea party. From our ⁦⁩ card.

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Today is both and We thought we'd remind you of both of these things with John Reinhart's poem (although, unfortunately things don't end well for boyfriend in this poem)
https://t.co/nnObOU1QX7

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As it’s here’s a selection of pages from my new Dr Seuss-inspired book, Don’t Do That, Donald!
If you’d like to join the hundreds of people who are helping to get it published (and get some amazing stuff) click here https://t.co/D2ipI7sqBr
Cheers,
Paul

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Come into the garden, Maud,
For the black bat, night, has flown,
Come into the garden, Maud,
I am here at the gate alone;
And the woodbine spices are wafted abroad,
And the musk of the rose is blown.

-Alfred, Lord Tennyson

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Evelyn Dunbar - Autumn and the Poet (1948-60)

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Happy A poem about autumn and some fantastic seasonal landscapes painted in the City Art Centre by . The vibrant season.
Chroma of amber and rust.
Nature’s masterpiece.
– Robyn Noble

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I found a little beetle, so that Beetle was his name,
And I called him Alexander and he answered just the same.
I put him in a match-box, and I kept him all the day...
And Nanny let my beetle out
She went and let my beetle out -
And beetle ran away. ~A.A.Milne

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It's so here is a wonderfully seasonal poem, 'October's Party' by George Cooper.

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