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Shouting Into The BlackForest

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A young child, at the edge of a vast forest, calls out
“is there anybody there?”
The silence echos back at him, as it has always done. But, sooner or later something may answer his call. Will it be a large, friendly Labrador, with it’s tail wagging furiously that comes rushing out of the forest’s black interior to greet him, or a pack of ravenous wolves. He knows not, yet he continues to call.

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Is not the above, rather like our obsession with finding “aliens”? I don’t know whether they exist, but our obsession with shouting into the dark forest may, sooner or later result in us finding out. Perhaps the confirmation of the existence of aliens will be the last knowledge we, as humans gain …

Book Launch for “My Old Clock I Wind” by Kevin Morris

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During my interview with Ariadne Sawyer, of Vancouver Co-op Radio’s the World Poetry Reading Series, on 4 May, (http://worldpoetry.ca/?p=11765), I was asked about my plans as regards my forthcoming collection of poetry, “My Old Clock I Wind And Other Poems”. Ariadne’s question prompted me to get my skates on, as it brought home the fact that I had given little thought to the idea of a physical (real world) launch of “My Old Clock”.

I am planning a book launch in late June. The launch will take place in the function room of my favourite local pub, The Railway bell, (http://www.rampubcompany.co.uk/visit-pubs/railway-bell).

The pub is within easy reach of rail and bus connections, it being approximately 25 minutes from London Victoria to Gipsy Hill or Crystal Palace stations.

I will, of course post further details once the arrangements are confirmed. If you have any queries in the meantime, please contact me at newauthoronline (at) gmail dot com. (The address is rendered in this manner to defeat spam).

Mermaid and Merman

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“Our love is deep as the sea,
And There is such depth to you and me.
We go so far down,
We will in passion drown”,
(the mermaid said,
As she wriggled her toes,
On the ocean’s bed).

“Poseidon knows,
How the tide comes and goes,
My pretty rose”,
(I said,
With a shake of my head,
As I departed our briny bed).

The Magic Order

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Once grown
We are thrown
Out of that magic place
Where the fairy’s face
Is by children seen.

The fairy queen
We may perceive
From afar,
Yet we must remember who we are
As it does grieve
Her when an adult crosses the border,
And disturbs the sacred order

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Children should be allowed to be children, and not forced to grow up before their time.

There Was A Young Lady Called Lott

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There was a young lady called Lott
Who, feeling rather hot,
Decided to sunbathe in the nude.
Some thought her extremely rude,
But the photographer did not

There Was A Young Poet Called Keith

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There was a young poet called Keith
Who’s works where extremely brief.
Each poem consisted of only one word ,
(which was rather absurd),
And he lived in a place called Dalkeith.

The Horse Race

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Should I to the bookies go, and put cash
On this prospect rash?
I doubt the horse can win the race (though the crowd
In his support are loud
And grope
For hope
In empty pools
Where fools
Drown).

Do I want him to win?
I grin
And keep my own counsel, for the wise
Do not prate
Or rise
To the bait.
They cultivate
A zen-like state
And patiently wait …