Me reading my poem ‘Enigma’.
Kevin Morris reading his poem ‘Enigma’.
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Kevin Morris reading his poem ‘The Fall’.
Me reading my poem ‘The Fall’.
The Strange Friendship Between A Jewish Couple And A High Ranking Nazi That Survived The War
An interesting article about a relationship between a high ranking Nazi in the German Propaganda Ministry and a Jewish couple. Interestingly the relationship continued after World War II and the horrors of the Final Solution, (http://www.jewishjournal.com/culture/article/the_flat_uncovers_a_relationship_between_a_nazi_and_a_jew).
Knowledge And Love Contend
Knowledge and desire contend.
Nature pretty girls sends,
Man’s heart into love’s heaven ascends.
Learning is at an end.
Sometimes
Sometimes the wind catches me unawares. A gust of pure delight blowing away useless thought. Just the wind and I, old friends together.
On occasions birdsong stills my brain. Simply the birds and I soaring high.
Sometimes …
Adopt A Book
A great way to assist the British Library in it’s important work of conserving books, (http://support.bl.uk/Page/Adopt-a-book).
Kevin
How To Get Your Poetry Published
A good article on the Poetry Book Society’s website about how to get your poetry published, (http://www.poetrybooks.co.uk/poetry_portal/getting_your_poetry_published).
My book, “Dalliance; A Collection of Poetry and Prose” was self-published using Amazon and can be found here, (http://www.amazon.com/Dalliance-collection-poetry-prose-Morris-ebook/dp/B00QQVJC7E). A print edition is also available and can be obtained by contacting me via newauthoronline (at) gmail dot com.
Kevin
Merry-Go-Round
Perfume once sweet palls.
Nameless faces merge into one.
Mirthless laughter and forced smiles.
Sugar coated words designed to flatter and ensnare echo hollowly down the years.
Escape into nature.
The wind on my face.
Birds sing.
Soon the merry-go-round will begin again.
Crash
door slamming
Heels on deserted pavements echo
The lure of cash
The girl’s heart beats fast
An act
Her life a car crash
The Fall
How prosaic was her fall,
She lost her sock, no great matter at all.
She found it strewn upon the floor,
Oh the banality of it all.
