There was a young author named Hook
Who said “I haven’t sold a single book!”.
He climbed a tree most high
And prayed to the sky
And all the birds did look …!
There Was A Young Author Named Hook
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These Trees
These trees
Ask nothing of me.
The rain
Does not disdain
Me, so why do I
With wood nymphs dally
And tally
The cost of dry
Flowers?
So many hours
Spent
Incomplete,
Watering things replete
With artificial scent
The Poet And The Prostitute
You
Didn’t know what to do
But did it with such panache
For cash.
O my sweet
Girls must eat
While poets spend their time
In rhyme.
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The above was prompted by my reading of Ernest Christopher Dowson’s “Cynara”, http://www.bartleby.com/336/687.html. Dowson belonged to the school of decadent poets and in “Cynara” he contrasts his unrequited love for a young woman with his (present) relationship with a prostitute. “Cynara” is a fine poem and Dowson deserves to be better known than he is.
I Met A Mermaid
I met a mermaid
Who said “be
Not staid,
But come play with me
In yonder raging sea.
We will go
With the flow.
Do not say
No,
For you may have your way
With me
In yonder raging sea”.
So
I went with the flow
And both mermaid and me
Made free,
And drowned in that sea.
Your Chance To Win A Free Audio Download of “My Old Clock I Wind And Other Poems” By K Morris
To celebrate the recent release of my collection of poetry, “My Old Clock I Wind”, as an audio download, from Audible, I am offering 2 free copies to audible.com listeners. (I will be running a similar offer for audible.co.uk listeners later this month).
The first 2 people to email me at newauthoronline (at) gmail dot com, will receive a promotion code enabling them to download “My Old Clock I Wind” FREE from audible.com. (Please note, as previously stated, the code will only work on audible.com).
When emailing please put “Competition to win an audio download” in the subject line.
The promotion codes (together with details of how to use them) will be sent to the first 2 people who email me.
The winners will be under no obligation whatsoever to review “My Old Clock”. An honest review would, however be very much appreciated.
To find out more about “My Old Clock please visit, https://www.audible.com/pd/Drama-Poetry/My-Old-Clock-I-Wind-and-Other-Poems-Audiobook/B077VS5CTN/ref=a_search_c4_1_1_srTtl?qid=1512505653sr=1-1.
There Was A Young Man Named Matt
There was a young man named Matt
Who swallowed a very large cat.
He thought it was hake,
Which was a mistake.
I really don’t understand that!
The Best Villanelles in English Poetry
I would add to Interesting Literature’s list of villanelles Dowson’s “Villanelle of The Poet’s Road”, I would add to this list, Ernest Dowson’s “Villanelle of the Poet’s Road”, https://russellboyle.wordpress.com/2013/02/28/villanelle-of-the-poets-road-by-ernest-dowson/
The best villanelles everyone should read
As its name suggests, the villanelle is a French verse form, yet English has become its natural home. The villanelle is the greatest immigrant verse form. This intriguing verse form comprises 19 lines made up of five tercets (three-line stanzas) and a concluding quatrain. As the Oxford English Dictionary summarises it, ‘The first and third lines of the first stanza are repeated alternately in the succeeding stanzas as a refrain, and form a final couplet in the quatrain.’ Although the form dates back to a late sixteenth-century poem ‘Villanelle (J’ay perdu ma Tourterelle)’ by Jean Passerat, it was in the twentieth century that it became a great English verse form. (Indeed, it appears that Passerat invented the form himself with this poem). As the following eight poems suggest, this poetic form has been tried out by some of the major poets of the twentieth…
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“My Old Clock I Wind and Other Poems” is now available, as an audio download, from Audible
I am pleased to announce that my collection of poetry, “My Old Clock I Wind and Other Poems” is now available, as an audio download from audible.co.uk and audible.com.
“My Old Clock I Wind” derives its title from the clock which sits, in pride of place, on the bookcase in my living room. The title poem reads as follows:
“My old clock I wind
And much philosophy therein find.
I can bring
The pendulum’s swing
To a stop with my hand;
Yet I can not command
Time to default
On his duty and halt
The passing of the years.
He has no ears
For our laughter and tears
And his sickle will swing on
Long after we are gone”.
About The Author
I was born in Liverpool in 1969, a year best known of course for my birth. Well no, actually it is better known for the moon landings which certain peculiar conspiracy theorists still maintain never took place (the moon landings that is, not my birth!).
It was from my grandfather that I derived my first love of literature and I have many happy memories of him reading to me. As I grew older I learned to read Braille which opened up the world of independent reading and I still remember how amazing it was to me, as a young boy, to be able to sit with a book on my knee reading for myself.
I attended school in Liverpool and later went on to read history and politics at university. Having obtained my BA, I went on to gain an MA in political theory.
Since 1994 I have lived and worked in London. I find that I cannot write with background noise, other than the singing of birds, and am lucky that my home overlooks a large garden and an historic park in Crystal Palace, famed for it’s steep hills and fresh air.
Where to buy “My Old Clock I Wind”
Audible (UK) – https://www.audible.co.uk/pd/Arts-Entertainment/My-Old-Clock-I-Wind-and-Other-Poems-Audiobook/B077VYT3X6/ref=a_search_c4_1_1_srTtl?qid=1512505394&sr=1-1
Audible.com – https://www.audible.com/pd/Drama-Poetry/My-Old-Clock-I-Wind-and-Other-Poems-Audiobook/B077VS5CTN/ref=a_search_c4_1_1_srTtl?qid=1512505653&sr=1-1
Amazon (US) – https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0735JBVBG
Amazon (UK) – https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B0735JBVBG
Moyhill Publishing – http://moyhill.com/clock/
The royal National Institute of Blind People (braille edition) – http://shop.rnib.org.uk/ or call 0303 123 9999, quoting order number 25870603.
A Young Private Named Maude
A young private named Maude
Slipped and fell on his sword.
His corporal, named Ted
Said “you should be dead.
But that sword is made of cardboard!”
Wardrobe
In my wardrobe hang clothes
But heaven knows
There are skeletons too.
What about you
My friend,
Will you pretend
That your wardrobe is bare
Of skeletons, and only clothes hang there?
