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There was a young lady called Tash
Who being strapped for cash,
Drove a Sherman tank,
Through the wall of a bank.
You should have heard that terrible crash!
What the neighbours see
Need not concern you and me,
For our lives are so boring
We will have them snoring.
So lets continue ignoring
The twitching curtain
For it is certain
They can only perceive
The milkman leave
The milk,
As we wave him goodbye in our dressinggown of silk …
What the neighbours spy
Need not concern you and I
For walls are thin
And we can not help but hear the din
Of the squeaking bed
When Mrs Ed
Is away.
So we say
“Hi”
As we pass by
But do not catch our neighbour’s eye …
All pop songs sound the same.
Different voices
Singing of supermarket choices
Made by airheads who cavort
To music bought
By those who find a temporary bliss,
In a kiss,
Then move on to the next passing fad.
I am glad
For the snow came today.
It will not stay
But this cold I feel
Reminds me what is real.
I shall pray for rain
For it cleanses this inane
Civilisation of ours
And causes the flowers to bloom.
The chatter
Of girls who clatter
By
On stillettos high,
Giggling about their latest guy.
Pointy heels delight,
Excite
And tear apart
A young man’s heart.
Girls once dreamed of mansions in the Cheshire countryside
But time’s tide
Runs on.
Youth is almost gone
And dreams turn to the waking nightmare
Of the needle-strewn stair
In a tower block too high
For you or I
But a mother and a screaming baby live there,
While you and I pretend to care.
This week has been an interesting one.
On Thursday I fell into conversation with a colleague and learned that he has downloaded my poem, “Raining” onto his phone. He will, he says read it when in reflective mood, especially while camping.
To read “Raining please visit, https://newauthoronline.com/2015/10/28/raining/.
Yesterday (Saturday 4 February), I was stopped on the way out of the block of flats in which I live by a gentleman who asked
“Are you the poet?”
“Yes” I replied.
I was a little surprised by the question. Then I remembered that the communal noticeboard has a poster advertising my collection of poetry, “Lost in the Labyrinth of My Mind”, which displays a photograph of yours truly, together with my guide dog Trigger.
The poster has been affixed to the noticeboard for several months and I was delighted that it had illicited an expression of interest from my new neighbour.
Never one to lose an opportunity to gain a new reader, I offered the gentleman a copy of my recently released CD, which he was pleased to accept.
The CD features me reading 13 of my poems.
If you would like to obtain a copy please email me at newauthoronline (at) gmail dot com.
You can find details of all my published works here, https://newauthoronline.com/about/.
On the evening of Thursday 26 January, I had the honour of being interviewed by Ariadne Sawyer and Neil of Vancouver Co-Op Radio.
During the interview I read a number of my poems and answered questions on what inspired me to compose them.
For a podcast of my interview on Vancouver Co-op Radio please visit http://worldpoetry.ca/?p=11413.
I would like to extend my thanks to Ariadne, Neil and everyone at Vancouver Co-Op Radio for making the interview happen.
(Note: I was originally scheduled to be interviewed on Thursday 12 January. However due to an issue with my telephone line the interview did not take place. It was not until the point at which I got through to Vancouver Co-Op Radio, on the evening of Thursday 26 January, that I knew for certain that the issue with my line had been rectified by TalkTalk and I would, definitely be on air.
Not wishing to disappoint my readers by advertising the event only to find that it could not take place, I thought it best to wait until the interview had occurred and post a podcast of my appearance subsequently).
Kevin
Under the once solid ice sheet
We meet
A demon some persist
In maintaining does not exist.
Deep in his throat he rumbles,
And humanity stumbles
As yet another ice sheet crumbles.
Give me an open fire.
My heart’s desire
Sees my dog,
Like some huge log
Lying there.
Into the blaze I stare
And watch the present and the past dance
And romance
Amidst the eternal flame.
A beautiful bird came to a river most still.
She dipped her bill
And a mighty torrent took river and bird
To a place
Beyond any word
From a poet heard,
Where lovers embrace.
K Morris - Poet 