As empty as a harlot’s kiss.
There is no bliss
In these aisles
Where smiles
Are lost
And the cost
Is known
By those who shop alone.
As empty as a harlot’s kiss.
There is no bliss
In these aisles
Where smiles
Are lost
And the cost
Is known
By those who shop alone.
When you fall
I will follow.
As you shatter the blue waves
of singing sea
I will feel the spray across my fissured face
and crack with the water
when you break through.
Hey diddle diddle.
The cat’s on the fiddle.
The cow kidnapped the moon.
The policeman laughed at the overtime
And the butler ran away with the spoon.
No tower fell
And the hangman’s bell
Failed to knell.
The passage of time
Obfuscates crime.
Was a line crossed
And morality tossed
asunder?
Did plunder
Take place?
Disgrace
Waits in the wings.
Things
Are not forgotten
And often
The deeds we sow
Flower in woe.
My close friend, Jeff Grant published “Albatross: The Scent Of Honeysuckle” on 22 September2015. I have known Jeff for some 15 years now and am thrilled that a book on which he has worked so hard is now available for purchase. The book description reads as follows:
“I take up the little dog-eared, black and white photograph and gaze at it yet again. He could be anybody: but I know he’s of me, mine. As I put it down
again on the rough table by the bed, lines from a Chinese poem are in my mind – ‘Let me go down next year with the spring waters And search for you to
the end of the white clouds in the east.'” Barnaby Marechal knows he has a choice: search for the son he abandoned as an infant many years ago, or risk
psychological meltdown under the burden of an unpaid moral debt”.
Jeff B Grant Born in the city of Leicester in the UK, Jeff was educated at Bedford Modern School, and Strode’s Grammar School in the county of Surrey –
then subsequently at St. Edmund Hall, Oxford where he studied English Language and Literature. After graduating, he worked for several years as a Producer
and then Director of television and cinema commercials in London. One of his early directing credits, the 1973 Public Information Film, “Dark and Lonely
Water”, is still garnering comments on YouTube today as the scariest of all Public Information Films broadcast on UK television. Jeff then moved on to
writing and directing films for organisations such as the Rank Organisation, the Ford Motor Company, the BBC, Central Television, British Oxygen Company
etc. He has worked all over the UK and mainland Europe, in several African countries, India, Hong Kong, Japan, Australia, the USA and the Caribbean. He
received many international awards for both directing and writing. Jeff left the film industry during the recession of the mid-nineties, moved out of London
into the country and took a long look at himself and at life. He eventually moved back to London where he now lives. When not writing, he plays piano,
tinkers with computers, watches films and birds, takes photographs of the world around him, practises yoga, spends time with his partner, family and friends,
and eats hot Indian food”.
“Albatross” is available in paperback and can be found here (http://www.amazon.co.uk/Albatross-scent-honeysuckle-Jeff-Grant/dp/0993332803/ref=sr_1_44?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1444485269&sr=1-44&keywords=albatross), and here (http://uedata.amazon.com/Albatross-Honeysuckle-Jeff-B-Grant/dp/0993332803).
We come out of night.
Oh brief delight.
The song of the bird
A loving word
All are heard.
Nature’s scent
Our lives are spent
In joy and pain.
In the end ‘tis all the same.
From the dark womb
We come
For a time dally under the sun
Then to the tomb.
It is over all to soon.
This is a re-recording of my poem ‘Dolls’. The clarity of the second recording is, I believe, better than the earlier reading.
‘Dolls’ can be found in ‘The girl who wasn’t there and other poems’, available here for the UK http://www.amazon.co.uk/girl-wasnt-there-other-poems-ebook/dp/B0155KSKOC/ref=cm_cr_pr_bdcrb_top?ie=UTF8 and here http://www.amazon.com/girl-wasnt-there-other-poems-ebook/dp/B0155KSKOC/ref=cm_cr_pr_bdcrb_top?ie=UTF8 for the US.
I thought it would be interesting to share a view of the bookcase in my bedroom. The books in question are all in braille. I have four book cases in total; the one in the bedroom, another in my living room and two in my study/spare room.
K Morris reading an anonymous poem entitled ‘The Bridal Morn’
A selection of books from my bookcase
My bookcase
K Morris reading an anonymous poem entitled ‘The Bridal Morn’
http://www.theguardian.com/books/2012/oct/08/poem-of-the-week-bridal-morn
An article from The Guardian about the poem ‘The Bridal Morn’
The ice in my heart
causes tears to start.
Sometimes the lark doth sing
bringing thoughts of spring.
Flashes of light
In the darkeness of night.
The candle flickers
As Lucifer snickers.
The fire is piled high with coal
But can not unfreeze my soul.
She watches the mountain.
Granite spurts as a fountain
out of control
encompassing the whole.
Lava fills her garden.
The rock it will harden
once more.
Another eruption is in store.