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Facade

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Outer beauty shows

And throws

Shadows of distraction.

The  magnet feels an attraction

To steel

And is drawn to seal

Its destiny in unholy communion,

A union of empty clang

And bang.

 

The fine façade

Hides a hard

Truth.

The roof

Is rotten

And forgotten

Woodworm Has eaten through

The fine oak beams

Which, at first sight it seems

Should hold true.

 

The magnet will rue

The day it did settle

On metal

Base.

Yet to the beautiful face

It is drawn,  As a fly

To the sty,

Where it will wallow

In hollow

Joys, then die.

 

 

 

Will Autumn Come as it Should?

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Will Autumn come as it should
With strong winds to shake the wood?
Thus far I have found
Only a few conkers on the ground.
Most, being small
I let lie where they did fall,
But three with me now
Are sitting, far removed from mighty bough.
I wonder, will they be discovered when I am gone?
What a strange question to ponder on!

I have seen no acorns yet,
The oak’s fruit that stirs regret.
Memories of a time long since past
When I would wonder the forest vast
With my grandfather kind
Seeking acorns to find.

Autumn is here
Yet the time of year
Seems wrong.
The sun’s rays strong
Have harried the woods too long
and I, like nature am bemused
About the reason
For this confusion in the season.

Loss

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When you leave your shoes
You lose
Them for a while,
Yet there can be no denial
They will be found on the floor
Outside the front door, and you will smile,
Put them on
And be gone.

When you lose your jeans
There will be scenes,
But they will be discovered
On the ground where they lie.
I sigh
And idly speculate
Whether you learned to late
That some things can not be recovered.

Availability of My Books in Braille

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I posted yesterday (24 September) regarding the availability in braille of my collection of poetry, “Refractions”. In that post I also mentioned the availability of my previously published collections, “Dalliance” and “Lost in the Labyrinth of My Mind”.
All of the above books where transcribed into braille by the Royal National Institute of Blind People’s Ivybridge Transcription Service, and should be available to borrow from RNIB’s Library,
While I hold braille copies of “Refractions”, “Lost” and “Dalliance”, on checking the library’s catalogue this morning I was unable to find any record of my books having been added to RNIB’s stock.

I have raised a query with RNIB and await their response.
If anyone is interested in obtaining a braille copy of any of the above books, please contact library@rnib.org.uk in the first instance, (please feel free to mention that the publications have been transcribed by Ivybridge).

If you experience problems in obtaining my books in braille please don’t hesitate to contact me at newauthoronline (at) gmail (dot) com.

Kevin

“Refractions” is Available in Braille

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On returning home yesterday evening, I was pleased to find that the postman had delivered a copy of my latest collection of poetry, “Refractions” in braille.

“Refractions” is now the third of my books to be available in braille, the others being “Dalliance” and “Lost in the Labyrinth of My Mind”.

As a braille reader, its important to me that my work can be read by other users of those peculiar dots known to followers of the black arts as braille …!
For details of “Refractions”, which is available as an ebook in the Amazon Kindle store, please visit HERE

You can find details of all my books on my “About” Page.

Kevin

Petard

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I have never yet
Seen a regret.
Though I have felt
A pang
That sprang
Into my heart and dwelt
There, unknown by all but me.
StillI can not be free
Of the nagging voice
That whispers, “you had a choice
And where hoist on your own petard.

This lesson hard
You should learn,
Do not conscience spurn
When it cries,
He who acts thus dies.
All regrets and sighs
Will not repair the broken shell.
This truth I tell,
Actions misjudged may end in hell”.

Satyrs and Sprites

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The satyrs drink
And think
On woodland sprites
And fleeting delights.

The sprites preen
And glean
What they may
For youth passeth away.

“Will you stay
Awhile?”
The satyrs say
With a nonchalant smile.

“I will remain
Until dawn does stain
The sky with gold.
Tomorrow will be a cold
Day”,
The sprites say.

Extension of deadline to obtain a free electronic copy of my collection of poetry, “Refractions”

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Refractions

On Monday 19 September, I posted HERE offering a free copy of my collection of poetry, “Refractions” to any of my readers who contacted me by Friday 23 September.

I have been delighted with the response so have decided to extend the deadline until 12 pm on Tuesday 27 September.

Anyone who would like to receive a free copy of “Refractions” should please email me by noon on Tuesday 27 September at newauthoronline (at) gmail (dot) com.

Kind regards,

Kevin

Vulture

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He met a vulture
Of sculpture
Fine.
To him she did seem divine.
Her words
Would the pretty birds
Charm
And all scruples disarm.

No alarm
He heeded
Though his conscience pleaded,
But none interceded
And the ground was seeded
With a poisoned crop.

Chop, chop
Her beak went
And a heart
Was forever rent.
He played his part
And set it down as art.