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The River Rose
The river rose
But stopped halfway.
His banks will flood
Another day.
An Invitation from Kevin Morris…
My Old Clock
Poet and author Kevin Morris invites you to join him for the launch of
his latest poetry collection My Old Clock I Wind and other poems on
Wednesday 5th July at 6.30pm at the Railway Bell, 14 Cawnpore Street, Norwood, London SE19 1PF
Further details about the venue can be found HERE
The title poem of the book.
My Old Clock I Wind
My old clock I wind
And much philosophy therein find.
I can bring
The pendulum’s swing
To a stop With my hand,
Yet I can not command
Time to default
On his duty and halt
The passing of the years.
He has no ears
For our laughter and tears
And his sickle will swing on
Long after we are gone
About Kevin Morris
Kevin comes from Liverpool and attended a number of schools for the
sight impaired and following his A-levels went onto study for his BA in
History and Politics and then his MA in Political Theory at Swansea
University.
Since 1994 he has lived and worked in London where he works
full-time and since 2012 has found the time to write and publish books
and post interesting articles on his blog New Author Online.
The added twist to this is that Kevin uses software that most of you reading this will never have to utilise.
Kevin has been blind since a blood clot caused severe damage when he was
just 18 months old.
Whilst he possesses enough vision to distinguish between light and dark and can see the outlines of objects he requires the assistance of Jaws (Job access with speech) and braille to use his computer.
However, you will find as you enjoy conversations via the web that this
does not cramp his style in anyway and he is a prolific author with
several published collections of his short stories.
Here are Kevin’s Online Links:
Blog – Goodreads – Twitter
Kevin’s Amazon US author page
Kevin’s Amazon UK author page
Wine and cheese will be provided for guests on the evening and other drinks and refreshments can be purchased at the bar.
Please RSVP to Kevin Morris directly at his email: newauthoronline (AT) gmail (DOT) com
In terms of getting to the venue, the nearest station is Gipsy Hill, which is about a 5 minute walk from the pub.
Crsytal Palace Station is approximately a 10-15 minute walk from the pub.
Kevin looks forward to welcoming you on 5th July to celebrate the publication of his latest work.
Venerable Old Clock
I saw 2 men who did contend
Over who could a clocks hand’s bend.
I feared it would break
As one did a forward motion make,
While the other pushed back.
The mechanism shivered
But did not crack.
Those men are at it still
And will
Not be content
Until that venerable old clock is rent
Asunder,
For like a dog with a bone
They can not leave it alone.
Forgive them, for they know not what they plunder
Pips
Dancing
Unwilling
But needing
That shilling.
They desiring
Her to dance
But needing
No romance.
A red apple she takes
And slakes
Their need
To feed.
Her bust.
Their lust.
Apple pips
And dust.
Your chance to win a signed (print) copy of poet Kevin Morris’s forthcoming collection of poetry, “My Old Clock I Wind and Other Poems”
I am offering the opportunity to win a signed (print) copy of my forthcoming collection of poetry, “My Old Clock I Wind and Other Poems”, which will be published, by Moyhill Publishing later this month. In order to enter please answer the following question:
What is the name of the famous English balad from which the following lines are taken
“The wind was a torrent of darkness among the gusty trees.
The moon was a ghostly galleon tossed upon cloudy seas.
The road was a ribbon of moonlight over the purple moor, …”.
Please email your answers to newauthoronline (at) gmail dot com. Please put “Competition to win a copy of “My Old Clock I Wind” in the subject line of your email. Please do not provide the answer in the comments of this post (as everyone will be able to read your answer)! The first person to furnish the correct answer wins a free, signed copy of “My Old Clock”. Good luck!
Kevin
Grace
She changes from jeans to a dress,
To impress for a while,
And bring a smile
To the face
Of a man who slips
Ever further from grace.
The Chasm
As one grows older
There opens
A great chasm
Where enthusiasm
Sighs
And dies.
The chasm deep
Does so easily creep
Upon man,
Who must step back
(If he can)!
Free Verse
Shall I write a poem in free
Verse?
Sometimes it seems perverse
To me
To be
Free
Polythene
A sheen
Of perspiration
Is seen
On polythene
Anticipation
Rises.
Comprises:
Coin,
Join,
Sweat
And regret.

