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Looking Inside

Don’t look into another’s mind
For you may find
A fiend
Who stalks your dream.
You may discern a hole
Where the soul
Should be.
Perhaps it is better you can not see.
Do you possess the art
To look into your own heart?
To confront the demons who scheme
And haunt your dream?
The countenance pleasant may seem
But what goes on behind the screen?

A 4 Star Review Of My Book “The Girl Who Wasn’t There And Other Poems”

Thank you to Kevin Cooper for reviewing my recently released collection of poetry, “The Girl Who Wasn’t There And Other Poems”. For the review please visit the following link, (http://kevs-domain.net/2015/09/30/the-girl-who-wasnt-there-by-kevin-morris/).

5 Star Treatment Of My Book “Dalliance; A Collection Of Poetry And Prose”

Many thanks to Sally Cronin for featuring my book, “Dalliance; A Collection Of Poetry And Prose” on her blog. For Sally’s 5 Star Treatment of “Dalliance” please visit the following link, https://smorgasbordinvitation.wordpress.com/2015/09/30/five-star-review-dalliance-by-kevin-morris/.

 

Kevin

Aesop’s Fables

Waiters at tables,

hear fabulous fables.

Wine turns to water,

shehe is his daughter?

They don’t look alike,

perhaps it’s the light?

They prefer it so,

the lamp turned low.

Hey ho,

Couples come and go,

Discussing Aesop’s fables,

With those who wait at tables.

 

 

A Review Of “More Than Best Friends”, An Anthology To Raise Money For Guide Dogs

Early this year a group of authors, including myself, came together to produce “More Than Best Friends”, an anthology in aid of the Guide Dogs for the Blind Association (GDBA). All funds go directly to GDBA with no monies being received by the authors.

I was delighted when Olivia Emily of Bibliomad kindly agreed to write an honest review of “More Than Best Friends” in exchange for a free copy of the book. For Olivia’s review please visit the following link, https://bibliomad.wordpress.com/2015/09/28/more-than-best-friends-book-review/#more-428.

The Guide Dogs for the Blind Association are a registered charity who receive no government funding. If you would like to support the work of the Association in providing guide dogs, thereby enhancing the independence of visually impaired guide dog owners, please do consider downloading the anthology and making a donation to GDBA. I would like to thank my fellow authors for their generosity in donating their work and time free.

 

(Please note. I have been visually impaired since approximately 18-months old as a consequence of a blood clot on the brain which caused me to lose the majority of my vision. I am now working with my fourth guide dog, a brindle lab/retriever called Trigger, of whom I am very fond despite his habit of helping himself to other people’s lunches, particularly my work colleagues)!

 

Love’s Young Dream

Her feet beat

To the music of the street.

Perfume sweet,

Makes him weak.

He would die,

For one look from those azure eyes.

Oh for a taste of those ruby red lips,

His heart skips,

As her fingers she slips,

Into his hand.

Breathlessly he waits for her command,

“I needs some grub.

Lets go to pub.

Bloke pays”.

She says,

Employing her feminine ways!

Update to my ‘Reviews’ and ‘About’ pages

I have updated my reviews page and my about page to include the latest reviews of ‘The girl who wasn’t there and other poems’ and ‘Streetwalker and other stories’.

For my Reviews page please visit http://newauthoronline.com/reviews-of-my-books/

For my About page please visit http://newauthoronline.com/about/

For ‘The girl who wasn’t there and other poems’ please visit http://www.amazon.com/girl-wasnt-there-other-poems-ebook/dp/B0155KSKOC for the US and http://www.amazon.com/girl-wasnt-there-other-poems-ebook/dp/B0155KSKOC for the UK

For ‘Streetwalker and other stories’ please visit http://www.amazon.com/Street-Walker-other-stories-Morris-ebook/dp/B00HLRNDP4 for the US and http://www.amazon.co.uk/Street-Walker-other-stories-Morris-ebook/dp/B00HLRNDP4 for the UK

The Path Through The Woods

The path taken less often than I should,

This tranquil place through a nearby wood.

A spot with trees for walls

Where sunlight through the branches falls.

An oasis from the urban din

I find a quiet place within.

An inner space where the heart can be still,

A peaceful spot on this wooded hill.

 

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The path to the road ascends.

A cloud of gloom on me descends.

I must return to this rented land

Where advertising hordings stand.

A world where empty vessels make most noise,

And people play with broken toys.