Lucifir came for a potentate bold.
He said “you have had power and wealth untold,
Now you must render me your immortal soul”.
The potentate sighed,
And made reply,
“My soul it died,
you will find nothing inside.
It perished long ago,
And vanished like the summer snow.
Once I had ideals,
and yearned to build utopia in green fields.
I have waded in much blood,
And sacrificed the weak for the common good.
My soul you had long ago.
I take your hand,
Now let us go”.
I hear the minotaur roar,
And see the vampire soar.
Lost in the labyrinth of my mind,
Can I a way out find,
Via Ariadne’s thread,
Or must I remain in the land of the dead?
A place where the shadows forever fall,
And no birds call.
I was pleased to receive the following 4 star review for “The Girl Who Wasn’t There And Other Poems”:
“Short bitter-sweet poems about love lost and aspirations unfulfilled”. For the review please visit (http://www.amazon.co.uk/review/R21SAKB5Z2UU23/ref=cm_cr_rdp_perm?ie=UTF8&ASIN=B0155KSKOC). Thank you to Chris Graham for taking the time to read and review “The Girl Who Wasn’t There”.
Many thanks to Sally for featuring my new book, “The Girl Who Wasn’t There And Other Poems” on her blog. For Sally’s post please visit the following link, https://smorgasbordinvitation.wordpress.com/2015/09/11/new-book-fanfare-the-girl-who-wasnt-there-poetry-collection-by-k-morris/.
Kevin
I am pleased to announce that “The Girl Who Wasn’t There And Other Poems” is now available in the Amazon Kindle Store. My thanks to Chris Graham (the Story Reading Ape) for designing the wonderful book cover and David J. Higgins for proof reading “The Girl Who Wasn’t There”. The book blurb reads as follows:
The great Oscar Wilde remarked,
“We are all in the gutter, but some of us are looking at the stars”.
Many of the poems in this collection portray people struggling in life’s gutter.
“Lonely men of a certain age” hear the voices of young women and yearn for something beyond “sterile sitting rooms”, while to the prostitute its all about “handbags and shoes”, even if her “choice” leads to the woman “drowning in booze”.
Anyone who likes dark poetry will, it is hoped, gain something from this collection.
(Amazon UK – http://www.amazon.co.uk/gp/product/B0155KSKOC?keywords=The%20girl%20who%20wasn&qid=
Amazon US – http://www.amazon.com/dp/B0155KSKOC
I have updated the ‘Reviews of my books’ page (http://newauthoronline.com/reviews-of-my-books/) so as to include a number of recent reviews in respect of ‘Dalliance’.
The below is not aimed at the overwhelming majority of those who request to guest post on Newauthoronline, The vast majority of whom I feel privileged to host. It is aimed at the minority who seek to abuse the opportunities offered by me and my fellow bloggers.
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I have always considered it an honour when blog owners agree to publish a guest post authored by me. I know from running my own blog that site owners are often extremely busy and it can be a time consuming business liaising with potential guest posters.
Most guests are politeness itself and I am privileged to have published a number of great articles by wonderful people. I have, however noticed a worrying trend with people contacting me saying words to the effect of
“I require one back link in return for my article and/or post”.
My Guest Post Submission guidelines (http://newauthoronline.com/guest-post-submissions/) already make it crystal clear that links to a poster’s website and other social media are welcome. Point 4 of the Guidelines reads
“Please do include links to your books, social media etc”.
Anyone taking the trouble to read the above will know that back links are positively encouraged. The fact a minority are not picking up on this indicates they are not taking the trouble to read my (and, I suspect) other site owner’s guest post guidelines. Furthermore it demonstrates a degree of rudeness. Such people are, in effect saying
“You are honoured that I am contacting you and it behoves you, as the blog owner to include whatever I ask you to”.
Sorry, but the person accepting the guest post is the host. One does not go into another’s home and demand such and such, nor should one do this when approaching bloggers.
Unfortunately I suspect I will receive further such rude requests and, from now on I will consign them to my deleted items folder.
Kevin
On checking my reviews today I was delighted to see that “Dalliance; A Collection Of Poetry And Prose” has received the following 5 star review,
“I loved the sheer variety of the pieces in this book – and the lyrical nature of the writing. Most beautiful. Two, in particular, stood out for me: ‘Dark Angel’ and ‘The Great Cycle’. Both evoked the connection we have with the world – though in very different ways, one being a physical bond with the natural world, the other a more inanimate ‘friend’! I thoroughly recommend this exquisite little collection”.
(For the review please visit http://www.amazon.co.uk/review/R3PJBPNU2ESSIH/ref=cm_cr_rdp_perm?ie=UTF8&ASIN=B00QQVJC7E).
Many thanks to the reviewer for taking the time to read and review “Dalliance”.
Kevin
I swallowed my pride
and ordered a mail order bride.
She arrived posthaste at my place.
She was cross but pretty
Having travelled from a foreign city
In a cardboard box.
The mailman was shocked
When she knocked
To obtain release.
He called the police
Who attended our wedding feast!
Looking for a saviour under the stars
Men slow then stop their cars.
Girls under street lamps stand
Waiting for their lord’s command.
Needle pricks scar their arms
Still men discern a certain charm.
Girls think of their next fix
Man moistens his dry lips.
“I seek a saviour of a kind
In the hope some inner peace I may find”
He says shuddering at her needle lines.
“Your saviour I will be
Provided you can pay my fee.
A girl must live. Love isn’t free”,
She says gazing at a distant tree.
She thinks of her girlhood not so long ago
Of trees their boughs bent under the weight of snow.
She thinks “once I could not be bought
Before hard drugs their damage rought”.
The man holds out cold hard cash
She takes it with a bitter laugh.
Stepping in through the car’s open door
She wonders if she can take much more.
Her eyes fixed on the stars above
As he makes what he calls love.
She thinks of the knife at home
How easy to end it when all alone.
The pain is there behind his eyes
Inwardly two souls cry.
He stares at the moon above
Desperately probing for a kind of love.
Afterwards two empty vessels they depart
Both with sore and aching hearts.
