There was a young man called Di
Who’s poetry made the critics cry.
His verse was so sad,
It drove them half mad.
They truly wished to die!
There Was A Young Man Called Di
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Of Rain and CDS
This week has been an interesting one.
On Thursday I fell into conversation with a colleague and learned that he has downloaded my poem, “Raining” onto his phone. He will, he says read it when in reflective mood, especially while camping.
To read “Raining please visit, https://newauthoronline.com/2015/10/28/raining/.
Yesterday (Saturday 4 February), I was stopped on the way out of the block of flats in which I live by a gentleman who asked
“Are you the poet?”
“Yes” I replied.
I was a little surprised by the question. Then I remembered that the communal noticeboard has a poster advertising my collection of poetry, “Lost in the Labyrinth of My Mind”, which displays a photograph of yours truly, together with my guide dog Trigger.
The poster has been affixed to the noticeboard for several months and I was delighted that it had illicited an expression of interest from my new neighbour.
Never one to lose an opportunity to gain a new reader, I offered the gentleman a copy of my recently released CD, which he was pleased to accept.
The CD features me reading 13 of my poems.
If you would like to obtain a copy please email me at newauthoronline (at) gmail dot com.
You can find details of all my published works here, https://newauthoronline.com/about/.
The Tabloids Say
The tabloids say
“They slunk away
As the grey
Dawn
Did warn
Of another dismal day
For old London Town”.
The clergyman does frown
And putting the newspaper down
Remarks “I see,
The papers have poets in their fee.
All I can say
Is there will be hell to pay
When she reads that, later today …
There Was A Young Philosopher Called Neil
There was a young philosopher called Neil
Who said, “all we perceive is not real”.
It was his bad luck,
To get hit by a truck,
Which knocked some sense into Neil.
The Mechanical Man
The mechanical man lears,
His gears
Responding to well-worn
Stimuli,
As a doll he does spy.
Hearts are torn
In twain.
Although some maintain
That as neither care,
They can have no heart to tear.
My Guest Post On Roberta Pimentel
Many thanks to Roberta Pimentel for publishing my poem, “As With The Bee To The Summer Rose”, http://robertapimentel.com/2017/02/05/as-with-the-bee-to-the-summer-rose/
There Was A Young Man Called Coker
There was a young man called Coker
Who was extremely good at poker.
He took a wife,
(She was the love of his life),
But her card playing, it was mediocre.
There Was A Young Lady Called Honey
There was a young lady called Honey
Who believed there was lots of money
In the writing life,
So she became the wife
Of a writer who thought her idea was terribly funny!
My Interview on Roberta Pimentel’s Blog
Thank you to Roberta Pimentel for interviewing me about why I began my blog and other aspects of the blogging experience. For my interview please visit
http://robertapimentel.com/2017/02/03/todays-special-guest-4/.
Kevin
Is Rhyming Poetry Out?
An interesting post entitled “Is rhyming poetry out?”, followed on by a fascinating exchange of views on the question, (https://jcmannone.wordpress.com/the-poetry-classroom-2/is-rhyming-poetry-out/).
Much of my poetry is expressed in rhyme. Take, for example my poem “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”.
I must confess to having a preference for poetry expressed in a traditional manner. That is not to say that I discount poetry written as free or blank verse (there is much good poetry expressed in diverse forms, together with some which is to my mind at least of lesser quality).
Kevin
K Morris - Poet 