I was delighted to receive the following message from Audiobookradio earlier today,
“Your poetry will be featured after George Szirtes & Amber Agha this Monday 10th July on our daily poetry hour which is 2pm & repeated 10pm & Tuesday 11th at 6am”.
To find out more about the station or to listen to programmes, please visit, http://audiobookradio.net/
When he died
A few cried.
Some maintain,
Much to his friends disdain
That he fried …
Should you
Ask me for my view,
I shall, of course
Refer you
To a blind horse.
She is having her nails done
(For a girl must have fun).
They are long and false,
And tomorrow they will waltz
The rod that destroys
Girls and boys,
Rises in expense.
A brief recompense
Of joys
For the boys
(Perhaps),
Followed by a collapse.
Girls check clocks,
And scrabble for socks
On floors
Where many have searched before.
Then comb their hair
As boys look on,
Willing them to be gone.
Many thanks to Victoria Zigler for her review of my recently released collection of poetry, “My Old Clock I Wind and Other Poems”. To read the review please visit http://ziglernews.blogspot.co.uk/2017/06/poetry-book-my-old-clock-i-wind-and.html.
To purchase the book (in print or ebook formats) please visit the publisher’s website http://moyhill.com/clock/.
“My Old Clock I Wind” is also available (ebook only) in the Amazon Kindle store and can be found here https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0735JBVBG.
Kevin
‘Tis a place
Where we face
The end
And the beginning
In love
Or sinning
The river rose
But stopped halfway.
His banks will flood
Another day.
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.
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
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.
