I would add, “I will go to bed in a minute, honestly!”. Then, half an hour later, “I will go to bed in a minute, honestly!”.
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Monthly Archives: January 2016
The Girl And The Oak
A girl passing through the wood
For a moment stood
Under an ancient oak.
The tree spoke.
“I have seen kingdoms rise and fall
And my branches have decked many a bridal hall.
But kings and lovers are all now dead”.
She heard not the words said
For earplugs fed
Pop music into her head.
Taking a knife she carved, “Lucy loves Tom”
Then, without a backward glance, she was gone.
Request For Readers To Write An Honest Review Of “Lost In The Labyrinth Of My Mind” In Return For A Free Copy Of My Book
I have been busy over the last few days pulling together my latest collection of poems, “Lost In The Labyrinth Of My Mind”. Poems about nature, mortality and the joys and pangs of love are interspersed with humorous poetry.
I hope to publish in mid January (hopefully sooner) and I am looking for readers willing to write an honest review of “Lost In The Labyrinth Of My Mind” in return for a free copy of my book. If you are interested in receiving a free copy in return for an honest review please contact me at newauthoronline (at) gmail dot com (the address is given in this way to defeat spammers).
Many thanks,
Kevin
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Thoughts Of Norwood Past
It is a quiet new year’s day
A weak sun shows his face
Then hides away.
I awoke to pigeons cooing
Thoughts of a bygone age
And country folk a-wooing.
The pigeons are silent now
No more do sheep or cow
Pass.
No country lass
Gazing in the glass
Will say
“’Tis new year’s day.
I must away
To milk.
No dress of silk
For such as I.
Only the vaulted sky
And my love
For one who is nigh”.
(http://www.british-history.ac.uk/survey-london/vol26/pp167-173).
K Morris - Poet 