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Book cover for ‘Light and shade; serious (and not so serious poems)’ by Kevin Morris

A photograph showing the front cover of my soon to be released collection ‘Light and shade; serious (and not so serious poems)’.

Life is full of light and shade. For to be human is to experience joy, beauty, love, pain and laughter. This collection reflects all facets of human experience. hence the title ‘Light and Shade; serious (and not so serious poems)’.

My Guest Post On Ink And Quill

I am delighted to be the first guest writer on Ink and Quill,the blog of Jennifer Calvert. For my guest article please visit the following link, http://jennifercalvertwriter.com/2016/02/27/first-guest-writer-on-ink-and-quill-k-morris/. Please also check out Jennifer’s writings which can be found here, http://jennifercalvertwriter.com/.

“The Girl Who Wasn’t There And Other Poems” Book Blast

Many thanks to Sally for featuring my new book, “The Girl Who Wasn’t There And Other Poems” on her blog. For Sally’s post please visit the following link, https://smorgasbordinvitation.wordpress.com/2015/09/11/new-book-fanfare-the-girl-who-wasnt-there-poetry-collection-by-k-morris/.

 

Kevin

An update to my review page

I have updated the ‘Reviews of my books’ page (http://newauthoronline.com/reviews-of-my-books/) so as to include a number of recent reviews in respect of ‘Dalliance’.

A disillusioned Man Of The World’s Song

A rhythmic motion

Like a ship upon the ocean

Your legs swung

But to me no joy brung.

You spoke in a foreign tongue.

No songs where sung.

You where young

Eighteen or twenty

Our hearts they where empty.

Yes you where young,

Your feet in heels swung .

I see them swinging still

I have had my fill

Of desert beds and swinging legs.

Love to me is dead.

When The Party’s Over

When the partys over and deflated balloons litter the floor,

Will you in joyous tones cry out for more?

As the final guest, their face a mask slinks out the door,

Will you in a hearty voice exclaim, “this way of life I adore?”

When lingering odours of celebration sicken and appall,

Will you with equanimity the night’s events recall?