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“The Girl Who Wasn’t There And Other Poems” Is Soon To Be Available In Print

I am in the process of publishing a print edition of “The Girl Who Wasn’t There And Other Poems”, which is currently available as an ebook in the Amazon Kindle store. The print edition of “The Girl Who Wasn’t There” will be available direct from me at a cost of £5. If you would like to order a print copy of “The Girl Who Wasn’t There” please send an email to newauthoronline (at) gmail dot com (the address is rendered in this way to defeat spammers). Below is “Two Voices”, one of the poems to be found in my latest collection:

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Two Voices

 

You talk to me of lambs gambolling, of ramblers ambling, through fields green, beside the meandering stream.

You speak to me of verdant bowers, where lovers while away the hours, in love’s young dream.

I tell you of an urban street, where the gale buffets and people battle to retain their feet.

I impart to you the wind’s loan moan, as I wander home alone, in weather bleak.

 

Links To Purchase The Ebook:

 

For the United Kingdom please visit http://www.amazon.co.uk/girl-wasnt-there-other-poems-ebook/dp/B0155KSKOC/ref=cm_cr_pr_bdcrb_top?ie=UTF8. For the rest of the world please go to http://www.amazon.com/girl-wasnt-there-other-poems-ebook/dp/B0155KSKOC/ref=cm_cr_pr_bdcrb_top?ie=UTF8

 

Hitler And Stalin

The Gulag.

The present like the past is mad.

Black clad figures

Their fingers on triggers.

Russian or Prussian?

An interesting discussion.

Jews and Kulaks their lives lose.

Who to choose?

A man drowning in his country’s blood,

Or one who would destroy Jewry if he could?

What a choice.

History’s voice

is cold and level,

“We allied with the devil,

To destroy his twin,

the mirror image of him.

The world is a better place

But a nasty taste

Still lingers.

Man has burned his fingers,

To often,

History’s lessons are easily forgotten”.

 

 

 

Autumn Rain

A further poem in honour of Autumn. “Autumn Rain” can be found in “Dalliance: A Collection Of Poetry And Prose”, (http://www.amazon.co.uk/Dalliance-collection-poetry-prose-Morris-ebook/dp/B00QQVJC7E or http://www.amazon.com/Dalliance-collection-poetry-prose-Morris-ebook/dp/B00QQVJC7E).

 

Autumn Rain

 

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?

There But For The Grace Of

One of my favourite restaurants, the Thai Crystal, which is situated some 20 minutes walk from my home, was hit by a bus at 6:30 am on 23 September. Extensive damage was done to the front of the building but, fortunately the staff who live on the premises where uninjured, while the bus driver received only minor injuries. Had the accident taken place on a busy evening there is little doubt there could have been serious injuries or worse. I thank god (or fate) that the accident happened when it did.

http://www.standard.co.uk/news/london/crystal-palace-bus-crash-was-like-earthquake-says-restaurant-owner-who-lost-family-in-2004-tsunami-a2954161.html

 

Kevin

We Should Stand With Our Fellow Bloggers Who Are Being Threatened With Death

The Guardian reports that a militant group has published a “hitlist” of activists and bloggers. The extremist organisation has said that the named individuals (some of whom are UK citizens) should be killed due to their criticism of Islam. We should all as bloggers and believers in freedom condemn outright this barbarous threat. A number of individuals have already died simply for daring to express views which these fanatics regard as heretical.

It is easy to believe that such threats have little relevance to us as authors of fiction. However practically everything written can, if read (or mis-read) by a deranged person cause offence and lead the reader to engage in violence against the writer. Unless one confines oneself purely to writing technical manuals there exists a possibility that your words will, sooner or later cause offense. We should all be concerned and stand together with our fellow bloggers who are threatened by those who have a warped conception of Islam. (I say warped as most Muslims have no truck with fanatics).

http://www.theguardian.com/world/2015/sep/23/militant-group-publishes-hit-list-of-bloggers-activists-and-writers

Ploughing

I shall plough my furrow

watching others burrow.

I shall sit with unclouded brow

Observing my fellow man worry about when and how.

I shall stand aloof

While others concern themselves with the truth.

The sun shines.

My lines

run on.

The time is long since gone

For expressing anything other than amusement

Or bemusement.

Who will smile in the end

When the axe descends?

 

To A Clock In Need Of Repair

The pendulum has become detached,

The mechanism moves to fast.

Hands race around the face,

Time is out of place.

My antique clock’s eratic chime,

All is not fine.

The wooden case gleams,

But something has gone awry with the machine.