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About K Morris Poet

The purpose of this website (kmorrispoet.com) is to showcase my writing. For details of my published works, please click on the 'About' page of my blog.

Request For Readers To Write An Honest Review Of “Lost In The Labyrinth Of My Mind” In Return For A Free Copy Of My Book

I have been busy over the last few days pulling together my latest collection of poems, “Lost In The Labyrinth Of My Mind”. Poems about nature, mortality and the joys and pangs of love are interspersed with humorous poetry.
I hope to publish in mid January (hopefully sooner) and I am looking for readers willing to write an honest review of “Lost In The Labyrinth Of My Mind” in return for a free copy of my book. If you are interested in receiving a free copy in return for an honest review please contact me at newauthoronline (at) gmail dot com (the address is given in this way to defeat spammers).

Many thanks,

Kevin

Victorian Classics Don’t Need TV To Sex Them Up – They’re Risqué Enough Already

http://www.theguardian.com/commentisfree/2016/jan/01/victorian-classics-risque-tv-sexing-up-george-eliot

Thoughts Of Norwood Past

It is a quiet new year’s day
A weak sun shows his face
Then hides away.
I awoke to pigeons cooing
Thoughts of a bygone age
And country folk a-wooing.
The pigeons are silent now
No more do sheep or cow
Pass.
No country lass
Gazing in the glass
Will say
“’Tis new year’s day.
I must away
To milk.
No dress of silk
For such as I.
Only the vaulted sky
And my love
For one who is nigh”.

(http://www.british-history.ac.uk/survey-london/vol26/pp167-173).

New Year’s Eve

Cold hands.
Man stands
Gazing into the abyss
Of bliss.
The rain drums.
2016 comes
Ever near.
The new year.
Think?
Lost in drink.
The link
Is broken
The door no longer open
To admit the old.
The young and bold
Hold
The future, or so they say
And the old year ebbs away.

To The Young Lady Who Assisted Me Across The Road

Girl’s long scented hair
For a moment there.
Then she is gone
And I continue on.

—

As a visually impaired guide dog owner, I frequently accept (and sometimes request) assistance from the public when crossing busy roads. The above was sparked by the young woman who assisted me in crossing the road earlier today.

A Short Analysis of Thomas Hardy’s ‘The Darkling Thrush’

A wonderful poem and one of my all time favourites. Kevin

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A brief summary and analysis of a classic Thomas Hardy poem

Thomas Hardy’s novels often overshadow his poetry, although a handful of poems from his vast poetic output remain popular in verse anthologies. One such case is ‘The Darkling Thrush’, which was first published on 29 December 1900. Poised on the cusp of a new year (and even, depending on your view of the matter, a new century), Hardy reflects in this poem on the events of the nineteenth century, his own feelings about the future, and his attitude to nature. Here is ‘The Darkling Thrush’, followed by a brief analysis of its features.

The Darkling Thrush

I leant upon a coppice gate,
When Frost was spectre-gray,
And Winter’s dregs made desolate
The weakening eye of day.
The tangled bine-stems scored the sky
Like strings of broken lyres,
And all mankind that haunted nigh
Had sought their household fires.

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On Going Through My Junk Mail Folder

“Russian Women Online”,
I am fine
As I am
without your spam!
Go away
I will not pay.
Whatever you say
About beautiful women.
My money I will not be binning.
I will save my hard earned cash.
There you go, into the trash!
Today I will not be sinning.
Goodbye Russian women!

—

The above was prompted by an email received in my spam folder today (29 December 2015). I can not for the life of me think why Gmail placed this missive in junk mail …!

The Grey Lady Of Allerton Tower

Today I visited the ruins of Allerton Towers, in the company of my mum, her partner and the 2 dogs. On returning to my mum’s home and feeling curious regarding the ruined mansion, I Googled Allerton Towers and came across this ghost story pertaining to “The Grey Lady”, who is reputed to haunt the old house and grounds, (http://www.slemen.com/allertontower.html). I am sorry to say we saw only dogs and their owners during our walk, no “Grey Lady” did we spy. The above story does, none the less make for interesting reading.

Kevin