The poet lays bare his soul
For the whole
World to see.
So who would a poet be?
Or perchance he hides in clever rhyme
How he does spend his time.
For ‘Tis no crime
To obfuscate a line.
Readers shake their heads.
The poet dreads
Lest they discover
What lies behind the cover …
I am excited to announce that my employer has kindly agreed to host a poetry reading by yours truly together with a fellow poet and colleague, Toby Wheeler.
Toby Wheeler
The event will take place on 10 February and will be open to all employees of the organisation for which I work. This will be the first time I have given a poetry reading. While I am delighted to have this opportunity, I must confess to feeling somewhat nervous at the prospect.
Please do check out a selection of Toby’s work here (http://www.writeoutloud.net/profiles/tobyw). You can find examples of my poetry on this site (http://newauthoronline.com/).
Kevin
Leaves blown at night.
Delight
Sorrow.
This moment we borrow
And think of a tomorrow
That may never come.
We run
Perchance have fun
Then, ‘Tis done.
—
Walking my dog at around 4:30 on a blustery December evening, I was conscious of the fallen leaves blowing around me. This gave rise to the above poem.
Kevin
A selection of poems by Kevin Morris, read by yours truly 🙂
A further poem in honour of Autumn. “Autumn Rain” can be found in “Dalliance: A Collection Of Poetry And Prose”, (http://www.amazon.co.uk/Dalliance-collection-poetry-prose-Morris-ebook/dp/B00QQVJC7E or http://www.amazon.com/Dalliance-collection-poetry-prose-Morris-ebook/dp/B00QQVJC7E).
Autumn Rain
Rain you are lonely, crying outside in the darkness.
A few sad fireworks fizzle and die.
Me, sitting alone on my sofa. Rain, is it you who are lonely, or I?
The pendulum has become detached,
The mechanism moves to fast.
Hands race around the face,
Time is out of place.
My antique clock’s eratic chime,
All is not fine.
The wooden case gleams,
But something has gone awry with the machine.
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’.
I swallowed my pride
and ordered a mail order bride.
She arrived posthaste at my place.
She was cross but pretty
Having travelled from a foreign city
In a cardboard box.
The mailman was shocked
When she knocked
To obtain release.
He called the police
Who attended our wedding feast!
Looking for a saviour under the stars
Men slow then stop their cars.
Girls under street lamps stand
Waiting for their lord’s command.
Needle pricks scar their arms
Still men discern a certain charm.
Girls think of their next fix
Man moistens his dry lips.
“I seek a saviour of a kind
In the hope some inner peace I may find”
He says shuddering at her needle lines.
“Your saviour I will be
Provided you can pay my fee.
A girl must live. Love isn’t free”,
She says gazing at a distant tree.
She thinks of her girlhood not so long ago
Of trees their boughs bent under the weight of snow.
She thinks “once I could not be bought
Before hard drugs their damage rought”.
The man holds out cold hard cash
She takes it with a bitter laugh.
Stepping in through the car’s open door
She wonders if she can take much more.
Her eyes fixed on the stars above
As he makes what he calls love.
She thinks of the knife at home
How easy to end it when all alone.
The pain is there behind his eyes
Inwardly two souls cry.
He stares at the moon above
Desperately probing for a kind of love.
Afterwards two empty vessels they depart
Both with sore and aching hearts.
She dances with ghosts in the machine,
Flickering images pervade her dreams.
She has no need of romance it seems,
Just friends who flicker then die on screen.
Ghost-like she games through the night,
The thrill of playing does her excite.
She avoids love’s sting,
Gaming is her thing!
K Morris - Poet 