Monthly Archives: April 2018

Guest Writer Spot

My thanks to Esther Chilton for kindly hosting me on her blog.

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It’s my pleasure to welcome Kevin Morris to my blog. He’s my Guest Writer this week.

Here is a little bit about him, in his own words:

‘I was born in Liverpool (UK) on 6 January 1969. I lost the majority of my eyesight at 18-months-old due to a blood clot. I am a braille user and have happy memories of leafing through “The Oxford Book of English Verse” and other poetry collections in the school library. (I attended The Royal School for the Blind, followed by Saint Vincent’s School for the Blind, both of which still exist and are located in Liverpool). I read history and politics at University College Swansea and graduated with a BA (joint hons) and a MA in political theory. During my time at Swansea I participated in the student’s sailing club and have pleasant memories of swimming in the sea when the boat capsized!

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I Challenge You To…

I particularly enjoyed Martin Strike’s prose piece on the subject of love and Keith Channing’s limerick on the same topic.

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This week’s challenge is to write a story, limerick or poem on the subject of:

The Sea

Last week’s challenge was to write about love. You sent in some great pieces. Here are a few:

EDC Writing sent in a powerful poem:

There is a sky
No need to see
There is a day
No need to break
There is a love
No need to dream
There is a you
No need for tears.

Here is Kevin‘s sensuous poem:

Love is a soft kiss,
A moment of bliss.
‘Tis a candle lit meal
Where a lover’s hand
Does softly steal
Under the restaurant table.

Love makes the wise
Unstable.
When a girl’s eyes
Smile
There can be no denial
That he
Is lost. But if she
Frown
He will in sorrow drown.

I’m very pleased to welcome newcomer, Unoma B:

Love, now obsolete

The night whistles on
The…

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There Was A Young Lady Called Nell

There was a young lady called Nell
Who claimed she knew me well.
But I was spending my leisure
At Her Majesty’s pleasure
As the prison governor will tell …

Has Time Been Called For The Traditional Clock?

I have long been a lover of the traditional and, in particular the chiming clock. My love of clocks can be seen in a number of my poems, including “My Old Clock I Wind”, which can be found in “My Old Clock I Wind and Other Poems”. One derives a real sense of seconds passing (never to return) when listening to the ponderous tick tock of a traditional pendulum clock such as a Grandfather or Grandmother clock. As I put it in my poem “Time”, “the sickle chops and the heart will, one day, stop”.

Given my love of traditional clocks, I was sad to read an article in The Telegraph in which it is reported that analogue (traditional) clocks are being replaced in school examination halls by digital devices. As one headteacher puts it:

“Malcolm Trobe, deputy general secretary at the Association of School and College Leaders (ASCL), said youngsters have become accustomed to using digital devices.
“The current generation aren’t as good at reading the traditional clock face as older generations,” he told The Telegraph.
“They are used to seeing a digital representation of time on their phone, on their computer. Nearly everything they’ve got is digital so youngsters are just exposed to time being given digitally everywhere.” (See https://www.telegraph.co.uk/education/2018/04/24/schools-removing-analogue-clocks-exam-halls-teenagers-unable/).

I remember the excitement, as a schoolboy when a large digital clock was installed in the newly constructed school building which formed a part of the Royal School for the Blind in Liverpool, (one of the schools I attended in that great city). While other children thought the device wonderful, I was left cold and would retreat to the traditional wall mounted (pendulum) clock in another (older) part of the same school.

I can, of course see the advantages of digital devices. But, to me they lack (and always will lack) that elusive thing we call character.

(You can find “My Old Clock I Wind and Other Poems” in the Amazon Kindle Store. “Time” can be found in my collection “Lost In The Labyrinth of My Mind”, which is also available in the Kindle store. Links to all of my books can be found here, https://newauthoronline.com/about/).

Sinister Dexter by Lucy Brazier is available, as a free download in the Kindle store

To celebrate the release of new PorterGirl novel, Sinister Dexter, the first book in the PorterGirl trilogy is available on FREE download for five days from Thursday 26th April!

First Lady Of The Keys is where we first enter Old College and it is certainly not for the faint hearted…

‘Porters are not the carriers of bags, they are the keepers of keys’

As one of the most ancient and esteemed establishments of the academic elite, Old College is in for something of a shock when it appoints its very first female Deputy Head Porter. She struggles to get to grips with this eccentric world, far removed from everyday life. Deputy Head Porter, the proverbial square peg in the round hole, begins to wonder quite what she is doing here. PorterGirl.

First Lady Of The Keys is a touching, and at times laugh-out-loud funny, glimpse into a world that is usually reserved for the upper echelons of society. Whether she is chasing after naked students, drinking copious amounts of tea or getting embroiled in quaint, polite murders, Deputy Head Porter is never far from adventure.

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There Was A Young Lady Called Ming

There was a young lady called Ming
Who loved to dance and sing.
She sang for her friend Mack
Which caused the china to crack,
That tuneful young lady called Ming …

There Was A Man Called Coaker

There was a middle-aged man called Coaker
Who owned a fearsome old poker.
When I dated his daughter
He threatened to slaughter
Me with that fearsome old poker!

There was an elderly man called Coaker
Who owned a fearsome old poker.
When I expressed my desire
To wed his daughter Moriah
He whacked me with that poker!

There was a young man called Coaker
Who was a bit of a joker.
We argued one day
And just in play
He whacked me with his poker!

There Was A Young Man Called Mark

There was a young man called Mark
Who fashioned a girl out of bark.
She was 10 feet tall
And he being small,
Their future was somewhat stark.

There was a young man called Mark
Who fashioned a girl out of bark.
She was the love of his life
So he took her to wife
That fortunate young man called Mark.

There was a young man called Mark
Who fashioned a girl out of bark.
Her skin it was rough
And the dating scene being tough
He married that lady of bark.