There was a young lady from Rangoon
Who met a man by the light of the moon.
To her delight
She discovered that night
An extremely hairy baboon …!
There Was A Young Lady From Rangoon
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The Sprite’s Tune
The nymph of tomorrow
Portends sorrow,
While the sprite of today
Sounds a doleful lay
On her violin
Of sin.
Round the budding rose
The satyr goes,
Listening to music sad
That will drive him mad.
the sprites continue to play.
There music divine
Does say
“Drink of my wine
Forbidden
And in caverns hidden
We will spend our day”.
The satyr doth long
For wine more strong
Than any taken
Before.
He tastes, and is left forsaken
And forever craving more.
Would you like a free electronic copy of my latest collection of poetry, “Refractions”?
From today (Monday 19 September) until Friday 23 September, I am offering my readers a free electronic copy of my recently published collection of poetry, “Refractions”.
If you would like to receive a free copy of “Refractions” please send an email to:
newauthoronline (at) gmail (dot) com (the address is rendered thus to avoid spammers).
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While there is no obligation on recipients to review “Refractions”, it would be much appreciated if those in receipt of a free copy would please consider writing an honest review in return for same.
For details about “Refractions” please visit HERE
Many thanks and kind regards.
Kevin
Chiffon
Shimmering
In chiffon.
In fabric sheer
She passes near
Then is gone.
Shadows on the wall
I recall.
One can not catch a shade
For it is made
Of moonbeams
And passing dreams.
The Fair
When we go to the fair
All life is there.
One’s fortune may be told
For a piece of bright gold
By the crone
Who seeing the lone
Girl, the one with the wistful look in her eye
Looks into her crystal ball and does lie.
“I see
What will be.
A tall dark handsome stranger comes your way”
She may say.
Or looking into the tea leaves and seeing only damp dust,
Thinks “needs must”
And a smile
Does beguile
In a thirsty heart.
We all play our part.
The storeholder does grin
For he offers baubles to win.
We take
And perhaps, afterwards, rue our mistake.
The day has barely begun.
Yet the fair goers after pleasure run.
All must have their fun
While the sun
Is high
In the sky.
At night the rides are idle.
A black cat does sidle
Into the fortune teller’s tent.
A clatter
As the crystal ball does shatter
And dreams that where never meant
Are forever rent.
Current Affairs
“I am a moral man” the editor said.
The weak dread
My investigations,
For my mission is to purify the nations!
My interest is the public good.
I would like to see the country free of vice
And my paper in every home, yes that would be nice!
What, you dare to ask about an editor’s private life?!
I tell you sir, I have a wife!
Working late with my secretary? what has that to do with you?!
She’s pretty, you say. Well, there’s no denying that’s true …!”
Book reviews and an update to my “About” page
I have updated the “About” page on newauthoronline.com to reflect the recent publication of my latest collection of poetry, “Refractions”. For details of “Refractions” and my other works, please visit HERE
For recent reviews of “Refractions” please visit https://libroliv.com/2016/09/01/refractions/
https://www.amazon.com/review/R2C5Y543GV780B/ref=cm_cr_rdp_perm?ie=UTF8&ASIN=B01L5UC2H2
https://www.amazon.com/review/R369MURZIN01WP/ref=cm_cr_rdp_perm?ie=UTF8&ASIN=B01L5UC2H2 and
https://www.amazon.co.uk/review/R1YT6QRD3VUNLR/ref=cm_cr_rdp_perm?ie=UTF8&ASIN=B01L5UC2H2
The wind came yesterday
The wind came yesterday
Blowing useless thoughts away.
And the trees they whispered to me,
Speaking of what it is to be free
Getting Up Early
Getting up in the early morning now, the world is a little darker.
As I get older, matters are ever starker.
The birds still trill
And oft times unchill
My heart,
But it is getting dark
Though the sun
Will rise as he must.
Man is dust
Dancing in beams of sunlight,
A brief delight,
Then good night.
A Review of my collection of poetry, “Refractions”
I was pleased to receive the below review for my recently released collection of poetry, “Refractions”:
“This is the 3rd book of poetry I review for the author, K.Morris. This volume entitled Refractions, alluding to the different meanings an author sees in
his poetry and the meaning the reader ultimately sees, all subjective in meaning and effect. To pull this off, the poems must reach a certain level of
maturity. In this, we are not let down. I find the maturity of the poems a step ahead of the first two volumes. In the content are poems that entertain
especially when the author writes about his guide dog, Trigger. Other subjects include love and loss, life and death; themes not so different from any
other poet’s pen, but the difference here is at times I could see myself within the poems and understand the situations that brought me there all the while
knowing the Author’s sense of the situation was different than mine but all were accepted under the guise of art that moves one to think as a wheel moving
from the center.
Some of my personal favorites are Truth, Ethereal, Reaper, Owl, Dog, May, Hyacinths, An Owl Hunting, Spring Night, House of Glass and more…”.
(For the above review please visit, https://www.amazon.com/review/R2C5Y543GV780B/ref=cm_cr_rdp_perm?ie=UTF8&ASIN=B01L5UC2H2).
Many thanks to the reviewer for taking the time to read and review “Refractions”.
K Morris - Poet 