For Jean, Patron of the Arts, My Rokeby Venus

For Jean, Patron of the Arts, My Rokeby Venus sonnet poems

I’ll try my hand at writing while I smoke,
You never know ‘til you experiment;
In honeyed indolence my time I’ve spent,
I’ve made no money and I’m sadly broke.
The sands of time are flowing as I toke,
I look around and wonder where life went,
Can smoking weed be one’s artistic bent?
Because, you know, I’m an artistic bloke.
I use my neighbour’s WiFi – she’s a dear,
I run her errands (well, click and shop online)
She’d like to help me advance my career,
And every now and then suggests a line,
And she’s my inspiration for this here,
That Rokeby Venus, dear neighbour of mine.

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Malcolm Massiah

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I am a writer. I am shy. I started writing poetry in my youth. I first performed in 1987 at the Avon Poetry Festival along side Bertel Martin of the Bristol Black Writers Workshop, supporting Benjamin Zephaniah.I gave my last poetry performance in 1992 at the Arnolfini gallery Bristol, supporting Labi Siffre during Poetry month.In 1998 for a year, I became the Resident Poet at Bristol Evening Post.I haven't written much since then but in 2014 I began exercising my rusty hand writing sonnets. I hope to continue writing in the coming year.
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