Monthly Archives: June 2016

Your chance to win a signed copy of my book, “Lost in the Labyrinth of My Mind”

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I am offering the chance to win a signed copy of my latest collection of poetry, “Lost in the Labyrinth of My Mind”, ( http://moyhill.com/lost/ ).

To enter the competition please answer the following question.

What is the name of the author, born in 1859 in Edinburgh, who penned the following lines:

“Subtle enough and horrible enough. When a doctor goes wrong he is the first of criminals. He has nerves and he has knowledge …”.

To enter please send an email to me at newauthoronline (at) gmail dot com putting “Competition” in the subject line.

The first person to correctly answer the question will receive a free signed (print) copy of “Lost in the Labyrinth of My Mind”.

Good luck!

Kevin

Succubus

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Where I to write a poem for you
How much of it would be true?
For one may construe
Black as white.

The night
May bring delight
But come break of day
The succubus will be on her way.

He who invites the vampire in
Has, I maintain
No reason to complain
When she leaves him pale and thin.

The blood red
Wine tastes divine
And there is a fine line
Betwixt the living and the dead.

—

A succubus is a female demon (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Succubus).

Don’t loose Hope

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Let me tell you a story happened  20 years ago which changed my life. Me and my friends were living peacefully. Cool breeze, birds singing on our branches, children playing around us. Everything was going well, except the monsoons which are hard due to the river beside… 

Well one day everything changed.. The land owner decided to make a house. He needed wood for making doors. We came to know about this from the conversation between land owner and the woodcutter.
Well,we were all afraid… The woodcutter said he will come after four days to kill us….All of us started crying except the one next to me…The Oak. He was smiling. I asked him,
“Why are you smiling? We all are going to die in four days and you are smiling. What’s wrong with you?”

The Oak was two years  elder than me. He wasn’t so strong in physique but …

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TFL Limerick

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Thank you to Shital Shah for her poem, “TFL Limerick”. For anyone unfamiliar with London’s transport system, Transport for London (TFL) is the body with overall responsibility for the capital’s transport. You can find out more about TFL at their website here (https://tfl.gov.uk/).

Strong winds or heat,
Rain, snow or sleet.
Engineering works or strike actions,
Perhaps a leaf causing disruptions.
Whatever the reason, TfL simply can’t defeat.

 

*Inspired by Thursday’s weather and travel troubles. Londoners will sympathise.

A Suspenseful Novella, just £0.99

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I previously published this as part of a novella collection last year, but now it’s on sale as a stand-alone book priced at just £0.99 for fans of the suspense/thriller genre.

Synopsis/blurb:

When Pauline Edmunds agrees to accompany her workmate Shirley on a Caribbean cruise, she is disappointed to be left alone almost at the start when Shirley starts a holiday romance with Joe Collins, a guitarist in a band working on board the ship. However, Pauline does not like the look of Joe, and tries to dissuade Shirley from continuing the affair. When Shirley cannot be found one morning, Pauline begins to investigate her friend’s disappearance, opening up a whole can of worms amidst a background of Caribbean scenery and sunshine.

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School Days

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I recall The library’s high shelves
Where I would delve
For books.
Often I forsook
My peers
To read
And on solitude feed.

All those years
Gone by.
I sigh
And wonder why
The past holds such sway.
And we humans lose ourselves in yesterday.
Oh how easy it is to perspective lack
As we gaze back
Down childhood’s track.

I remember the schoolyard’s din
And the wanting to join in.
Sometimes I ran with the crowd
Yet my nature proud
Held me apart
And I solace found in art.

I see the library now
And wonder how
The school goes on
Now that I am gone
An whether books still stand
Waiting to command
The future poet’s hand.

Waltz

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It takes a couple to waltz.
With beauty charming
And character disarming
She does dance
And romance
Until the sun’s ray’s lance
The comforting dark
And a new day starts.

Both parties are willing
But does the payment of a shilling
To the girl
Who does so seductively twirl
Render their interaction
An exploititive transaction
And the waltz false?