Raining

Many thanks to Pax Et Dolor Magazine for publishing my poem “Raining”. Kevin

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By:- Kevin Morris

I awoke to the rain
drumming on my window pane.
Opening my lattice I let it in
the purifying water that washes away sin.

The hypnotic sound
of rain falling all around.
All my life I have listened to the rain.
The same drumming
of water coming
from the sky
falling on you and I.
The rain has no end
But you and I my friend
may listen for a while
smile
then pass on by.


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There Was A Young Lady Called Mia

There was a young lady called Mia
Who was obsessed with the blogosphere.
Her partner Ned
In sorrow said,
“I shall be leaving, Mia!”

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There was a young lady called Mia
Who was obsessed with the blogosphere.
Her partner Ned
Asked “are you coming to bed?”
She answered “my followers need me dear!”

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There was a young lady called Mia
Who was obsessed with the blogosphere.
Her boyfriend Mark
Said “the truth is stark.
I feel that I am not here!”

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There was a young lady called Mia
Who was obsessed with the blogosphere.
Her boyfriend Ned
Asked “are you coming to bed?”
She replied, “just one more comment dear!”

Book Review: “The Ocean’s Lullaby” By Victoria Zigler

This review is of “The Ocean’s Lullaby” by Victoria Zigler.
Disclaimer : I received a free copy of this book in return for an honest review.

The Ocean’s Lullaby does, as the title suggests have a strong ocean theme. The poems in this collection range from the humorous to verses which bring a tear to the eye. Many of the poems are suitable for children, while others will be more readily appreciated by an adult audience.
One of the poems which particularly charmed me is “If I was A Mermaid” which runs thus:
“If I was a mermaid,

I wouldn’t need to sail.

I’d swim through the world’s waters,

With a flick of my silvery tail.

If I was a mermaid,

Who lived beneath the sea,

I’d zoom through the water,

So fast you’d never catch me”.
While the above will, I think appeal in particular to a younger audience, the touching simplicity of the verse will, I think bring a smile to the face of many an older reader.

Victoria also tackles serious issues, for example in her short poem entitled “Wounding Words”:
“Wounding words, like vicious knives,

Rip to shreds our pleasant lives,

Until no joy or hope survives,

And only pain and sorrow thrives”.
We have, I am sure all experienced what is so pithily expressed in the above piece.

Among my favourite poems in the humorous category are “When Words Don’t Mean The Same” and “When North Wind Does Blow”.
I have read “The Ocean’s Lullaby” several times and recommend it as a pleasant and sometimes thought provoking read.

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“The Ocean’s Lullaby” can be found here, https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/641375

There Was A Young Man Called Hogg

There was a young man called Hogg
Who kept a very large dog.
When people asked “does it bite?”
He replied “he might,
But not if your name it is Hogg!”

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There was a young man called Hogg
Who kept a very large dog.
They went out in the pitch black
And never came back.
I surmise they got lost in a bog.

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There was a young man called Hogg
Who kept a very large dog.
They went out one night
And got quite a fright
From the crocodile disguised as a log …!

What is Poetry?

An interesting question. Where does poetry become poetic prose, and at what point is it simple prose rather than poetry or poetic prose? I dont have a hard and fast answer to this question. Much of my own poetry rhymes. However I dont believe poetry has to rhyme to be construed as such. Kevin

Fire

Many thanks to Pax Et Dolor Magazine for publishing my poem “Fire”. Kevin

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By:- Kevin Morris

I have felt the fire’s power

It kindles brightly and sinks within the hour.

I have watched the embers dying fast

Looked into the future and gazed into the past

I have raked the ashes cold

Felt the bleakness in my soul


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An Elderly Man Of The World Looks Back

When young
Caution he flung
Away,
For he knew from the start,
In the secret recesses of his heart
They would not stay,
(The girls out for fun,
After whom he did run).

There is no disgrace
In the chase
He thought
But why court
When a sort
Of love is so easily bought?

They came and went.
His heart was rent
As money he spent
On an attachment
To a kind of detachment
Which led …

Now in old age
He does uselessly rage
At the phantoms who dance
In a parrady of romance
Upon the stage
Of his own creation.
His anticipation Has turned to dust
Aleviated only by occasional flowerings of lust.