The nymph of tomorrow
Portends sorrow,
While the sprite of today
Sounds a doleful lay
On her violin
Of sin.
Round the budding rose
The satyr goes,
Listening to music sad
That will drive him mad.
the sprites continue to play.
There music divine
Does say
“Drink of my wine
Forbidden
And in caverns hidden
We will spend our day”.
The satyr doth long
For wine more strong
Than any taken
Before.
He tastes, and is left forsaken
And forever craving more.
I posted yesterday (24 September) regarding the availability in braille of my collection of poetry, “Refractions”. In that post I also mentioned the availability of my previously published collections, “Dalliance” and “Lost in the Labyrinth of My Mind”.
All of the above books where transcribed into braille by the Royal National Institute of Blind People’s Ivybridge Transcription Service, and should be available to borrow from RNIB’s Library,
While I hold braille copies of “Refractions”, “Lost” and “Dalliance”, on checking the library’s catalogue this morning I was unable to find any record of my books having been added to RNIB’s stock.
I have raised a query with RNIB and await their response.
If anyone is interested in obtaining a braille copy of any of the above books, please contact library@rnib.org.uk in the first instance, (please feel free to mention that the publications have been transcribed by Ivybridge).
If you experience problems in obtaining my books in braille please don’t hesitate to contact me at newauthoronline (at) gmail (dot) com.
Kevin
Fools
Seek for ghouls
Under the bed.
And strain in fear
To hear
The tread
Of those long since dead.
The bogeyman’s cold hands
Commands
Terror on the part
Of those who are to blind
To find
The demon in their own heart.
On returning home yesterday evening, I was pleased to find that the postman had delivered a copy of my latest collection of poetry, “Refractions” in braille.
“Refractions” is now the third of my books to be available in braille, the others being “Dalliance” and “Lost in the Labyrinth of My Mind”.
As a braille reader, its important to me that my work can be read by other users of those peculiar dots known to followers of the black arts as braille …!
For details of “Refractions”, which is available as an ebook in the Amazon Kindle store, please visit HERE
You can find details of all my books on my “About” Page.
Kevin
An interesting question which has inspired some good responses. Kevin
This essay is inspired by some of the recent comments in this post. And it made me think: why people really don’t like poetry? What is it that keeps them away from maybe not writing, but from reading some really exquisite pieces by poets from all around the world?
The usual answer is something like “Poetry is boring”, “I don’t understand it”, “It’s a waste of time”. So I wanted to explore this topic a bit further.
If we look more deeply around us, we can notice that people have very little time to appreciate art in general. This fast paced, consumer oriented society has trained us to want everything now and here. An instant satisfaction, an instant thrill, an instant experience: not allowing our biological system to perceive with all its senses; truly absorb our emotions and simply feel.
Life usually demands of us high level of practicality, logical and…
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I have never yet
Seen a regret.
Though I have felt
A pang
That sprang
Into my heart and dwelt
There, unknown by all but me.
StillI can not be free
Of the nagging voice
That whispers, “you had a choice
And where hoist on your own petard.
This lesson hard
You should learn,
Do not conscience spurn
When it cries,
He who acts thus dies.
All regrets and sighs
Will not repair the broken shell.
This truth I tell,
Actions misjudged may end in hell”.
Picture courtesy of: http://preventioncdnndg.org/eco-quartier/eco-tips-for-halloween/
It is a great pleasure for me to announce the
2nd Halloween-Poem Contest
on ‘Writer’s Treasure Chest’.
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Every author and poet are invited to participate and deliver a “Halloween-Poem” to my email address: aurorajean.alexander@aol.com, together with their picture.
There are a few rules to follow:
Every poem that meets the rules and is delivered within the deadline will be published here on “Writer’s Treasure Chest” together with the provided picture.
At this time I am unable to introduce you to the jury since not all authors have yet replied. I will do so as soon as…
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The satyrs drink
And think
On woodland sprites
And fleeting delights.
The sprites preen
And glean
What they may
For youth passeth away.
“Will you stay
Awhile?”
The satyrs say
With a nonchalant smile.
“I will remain
Until dawn does stain
The sky with gold.
Tomorrow will be a cold
Day”,
The sprites say.
Thank you to the reviewer for taking the time to read and review my collection of poetry, “Refractions.
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Kevin Morris writes from familiar, everyday situations in rhyme-led, usually short verses, e.g. in “Dog and Ball” which ends,
“My introspection.
How can I suffer dejection
When I recollect your playful snort
And the ball you caught?”
He poses questions about his readers, in “Composed More or Less in Real-time While Sitting in a Liverpool Garden”
“The wind has dropped now,
And I wonder how
My poem will be understood
By those who would
Try
To find meaning in words that erratically fly
From one who sits listening to a barking dog, who cares not
A jot
For what
I have to say
On this sunny, wind swept day.”
Does Kevin Morris have something to say? There is a small group of poems which touch on the subject of prostitution provoked by a newspaper article that argues that sex workers should not be criminalised but those who pay for the…
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The greatest London poems
Poetry is perhaps more readily associated with the natural world and the countryside than the world of smog and streets, shops and tower blocks, that we call the city. But throughout the history of English literature, famous poets have been drawn to the city of London as a subject for poetry – and so below we have chosen ten of the best poems about London, from the Middle Ages to the modern age. What do you think are the finest London poems?
William Dunbar, ‘To the City of London’. ‘Soveraign of cities, semeliest in sight’: so the Scottish poet William Dunbar (c. 1460-c. 1530) addresses London in this poem in praise of the capital. Nearly 500 years before Prince Charles disparagingly referred to the extension to the National Gallery as a ‘monstrous carbuncle’, Dunbar was favourably describing the whole city as a ‘myghty carbuncle’…
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