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WordPress Gremlins

In order to save time, I often employ the facility to respond to posts (including comments left on my own site) using email. This morning, while responding by email, I have noticed that my comments are not being delivered. I’ve received the following automated response from WordPress in all instances:
“We ran into a problem with your recent comment reply by email. Specifically, we weren’t able to find your comment in the email.

We’ll do our best to get this fixed up. In the meantime, you may want to comment directly on the post”.
In all cases, my comment clearly appeared in the body of the email. While I have gone to all posts in question and commented directly on them, this is time consuming and it occurs to me that others may be having the same problem? Am I the only one plagued by WordPress gremlins this morning? Any feedback gratefully received!

Many thanks,
Kevin

Mannequin

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As a mannequin in a shop window, at which people stare,
She stands in the glare
Of the bedroom light.
Once, such things did excite.
Now all is null
Or on occasions, he
Takes a dull,
Almost professional interest in yet another she.

Gazing at the girl, in her birthday suit
He thinks on the route
Cause of his obsession with mannequins.
Loneliness or sins?
Where begins
A man’s cursed traverse
Of the path to the ever lasting bonfire
Where desire
Ends in mechanical sport
With a mannequin bought
Out of boredom.
He knows there is no true joy in hoardom
For him or her.
Still, in despair
He takes a half-hearted pleasure there.

Another Time, Another Place

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A man, alone, in a room, listening to a distant bird.
Not a word
Of his overheard.
The neighbours are friendly enough, not prying
Or spying.
Liberty’s flower
Blooms an hour
But he has heard tell
It may be dying.

Night Duty

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The click clack of stilettos.
Girls from ghettos
Feet are lost
In carpets they could never afford,
While a discreet board
Shows the cost
Of most things.

The lift bell pings.
What goes up must go down.
The receptionist, eyes lost in her book
Gives a slight frown.
Why bother to look?
For of course
A nod is as good as a wink
To a blind horse.

Forthcoming Interview On Croydon Radio (Saturday 26 November at 5:15 pm)

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I am pleased to announce that Croydon Radio (http://croydonradio.com/) will be interviewing me, regarding my latest collection of poetry, “Refractions”, at 5:15 pm (UK time) on Saturday 26 November.
This is my second appearance on Croydon Radio. For my previous interview, in which I discuss my collection of poetry, “Lost in the Labyrinth of My Mind” please visit (http://moyhill.com/lost/assets/km-interview-croydon-radio-2016-04-09-16-00-53-edited-64k.mp3). For “Refractions please go to (https://www.amazon.com/Refractions-K-MORRIS-ebook/dp/B01L5UC2H2). For “Lost in the Labyrinth of My Mind” please visit (https://www.amazon.co.uk/Lost-labyrinth-my-mind-Morris-ebook/dp/B01AF5EPVY). For my interview on Blogtalk Radio please visit, (https://newauthoronline.com/2016/10/17/poet-and-author-kevin-morris-interviewed-by-annette-rochelle-aben-on-blogtalk-radio/).

Kevin

There Was A Young Man Called Guy

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There was a young man called Guy
Who, like Icarus, wanted to fly.
He jumped off Big Ben
At a quarter to ten.
I really don’t understand why!

Overheating

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You in that dress,
Trying to impress.
Its anyone’s guess why.
The heater near by,
We sat overheating,
Time eating away,
Though I knew you would stay,
Until break of day.

Come the morn, no cock crew,
Yet I knew we where through,
Until the next time.
O women and wine,
Are truly divine,
And man knows not,
When he has lost the plot …