There was a young man called Di
Who’s poetry made the critics cry.
His verse was so sad,
It drove them half mad.
They truly wished to die!
There Was A Young Man Called Di
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Author Archives: K Morris Poet
Autumn Rain
Many thanks to Pax Et Dolor Magazine for publishing my poem “Autumn Rain”. Kevin
By:- Kevin Morris
Rain you are lonely, crying outside in the darkness.
A few sad fireworks fizzle and die.
Me, sitting alone on my sofa. Rain, is it you who are lonely, or I?
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Nimble
Here you are.
In between my thoughts,
juggling like an acrobat,
on a thin wire.
In between my thoughts,
hiding like a bat in the dark
corners of my mind.
In between my thoughts,
white dove
knocking on my window
carrying a message of love.
In between my thoughts,
I try not to think of you,
but you’ve become nimble.
Note: This poem was originally published here, in Redwolf Journal. Strangely enough, I accidentally discovered that my poem was published, since editors never notified me on the acceptance of my submission. With time I totally forgot about it and this is a good reminder for everyone – always make inquires about your submission process or application – as you might get positively surprised 🙂
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Of Rain and CDS
This week has been an interesting one.
On Thursday I fell into conversation with a colleague and learned that he has downloaded my poem, “Raining” onto his phone. He will, he says read it when in reflective mood, especially while camping.
To read “Raining please visit, https://newauthoronline.com/2015/10/28/raining/.
Yesterday (Saturday 4 February), I was stopped on the way out of the block of flats in which I live by a gentleman who asked
“Are you the poet?”
“Yes” I replied.
I was a little surprised by the question. Then I remembered that the communal noticeboard has a poster advertising my collection of poetry, “Lost in the Labyrinth of My Mind”, which displays a photograph of yours truly, together with my guide dog Trigger.
The poster has been affixed to the noticeboard for several months and I was delighted that it had illicited an expression of interest from my new neighbour.
Never one to lose an opportunity to gain a new reader, I offered the gentleman a copy of my recently released CD, which he was pleased to accept.
The CD features me reading 13 of my poems.
If you would like to obtain a copy please email me at newauthoronline (at) gmail dot com.
You can find details of all my published works here, https://newauthoronline.com/about/.
The Tabloids Say
The tabloids say
“They slunk away
As the grey
Dawn
Did warn
Of another dismal day
For old London Town”.
The clergyman does frown
And putting the newspaper down
Remarks “I see,
The papers have poets in their fee.
All I can say
Is there will be hell to pay
When she reads that, later today …
There Was A Young Philosopher Called Neil
There was a young philosopher called Neil
Who said, “all we perceive is not real”.
It was his bad luck,
To get hit by a truck,
Which knocked some sense into Neil.
The Mechanical Man
The mechanical man lears,
His gears
Responding to well-worn
Stimuli,
As a doll he does spy.
Hearts are torn
In twain.
Although some maintain
That as neither care,
They can have no heart to tear.
My Guest Post On Roberta Pimentel
Many thanks to Roberta Pimentel for publishing my poem, “As With The Bee To The Summer Rose”, http://robertapimentel.com/2017/02/05/as-with-the-bee-to-the-summer-rose/
There Was A Young Man Called Coker
There was a young man called Coker
Who was extremely good at poker.
He took a wife,
(She was the love of his life),
But her card playing, it was mediocre.
There Was A Young Lady Called Honey
There was a young lady called Honey
Who believed there was lots of money
In the writing life,
So she became the wife
Of a writer who thought her idea was terribly funny!
