Walking the shoreline
I perceive that there is a fine line
Between our yearning to be free
And our respect for the sea.
Walking The Shoreline
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Monthly Archives: March 2018
Market Of The Week
Writing Magazine is holding a sonnet poetry competition. Fancy a go? Here are some details for you:
‘Sonnets have been around for over 800 years and are widely popular in English (Elizabethan, a la Shakespeare) or Italian (Petrarchan) form.
‘The challenge for this competition will be to find a fascinating, fresh subject that works perfectly within the form’.
Prizes:
1st: £100
2nd: £50
Both winning entries will appear in Writing Magazine.
Entry fee: £6 (£4 for subscribers)
Closing date: 15th May 2018
Entries can be 14-line sonnets in either the Italian or English form.
To find out more, visit the competition page.
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18 Tips For Surviving The SurveillanceAge
There Was A Man From Bristol
There was a young man from Bristol
Who threatened me with his pistol.
When the gun backfired
As I desired
He flew many miles from Bristol!
—
There was an elderly man from Bristol
Who threatened me with his pistol.
He said “keep away from my daughter
Or I will you slaughter
With this powerful water pistol!”.
—
There was a young man from Bristol
Who was a collector of crystal.
He owned an antique gun
And just for fun
I shot him with his pistol!
Privilege?
Yesterday evening I read an article entitled “The Privilege Paradox”, http://quillette.com/2018/03/27/the-privilege-paradox/ . The article reminded me of my own short poem “Privilege” which runs thus:
“I stand opposed to all privilege,
To the bitter end.
Yet, if it be mine own
I do, as a dog with a bone
My privilege defend,
Gainst foe and friend”.
(https://newauthoronline.com/2017/09/20/privilege/).
There Was A Young Man Called Mark
There was a young man called Mark
Who wrote a poem about the dark.
It was late at night
And he haden’t much light,
So his poem was bleak and stark.
To My Dog Trigger, Who Lay On My Book
Trigger is my fourth guide dog, and I am pleased to report that he is still as bouncy as ever.
You lay on my book.
Perhaps you mistook
It for a bone
And discovering your mistake, left it alone!
You creased it’s pages.
Oh the ages
I took
To write that book!
You lay on my book
But look
I have many more,
And ‘twas entirely my fault for
I should not have left it on the floor!
Dogs have such short lives
While the poet’s work survives
Long after master and friend
Have come to their end.
You lay on my book,
My faithful old mutt.
Of Statues And Poems
On 23 November 2016, I wrote my poem “Rhodes”, https://newauthoronline.com/2016/11/23/rhodes/. The poem was inspired by the controversy surrounding the campaign by the Rhodes Must Fall organisation to have the statue of Cecil Rhodes removed from Oriel College Oxford.
I spent much of yesterday evening (26 March), recording and uploading a number of my poems to Youtube, including the “Rhodes” poem. I was assisted in this task by a friend who voiced disagreement with the views expressed in the “Rhodes” poem. Our discussion was friendly but our views on the issue of “Rhodes” where diametrically opposed, with my friend being a passionat advocate for the removal of the Rhodes statue while my opinion remains as expressed in the above poem.
This article on Cecil Rhodes in Standpoint Magazine makes for interesting reading and does, broadly speaking, accord with my view of this complex and interesting character, (http://www.standpointmag.co.uk/node/6388/full).
There Was A Young Man Called Drew
There was a young man called Drew
Who did my poem misconstrue.
He thought that it concerned a dog
That owned a man named Hogg,
But it was all about my shoe!
K Morris reading his poem ‘There are no pockets in a shroud’.
Me reading my poem ‘There are no pockets in a shroud’.
K Morris - Poet 