I remember a Russian doll, by the fireplace.
I took it apart
But could trace
Therein no heart,
For ‘Twas only art.
With no start
Or conclusion.
‘Twas a mere confusion
Of toy
And boy.
Russian Doll
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The Competition To Win Free Audio Downloads of “My Old Clock I Wind” Is Now Open To UK Audible Subscribers
On 7 December, I announced a competition to win 2 free copies of the audio version of my collection of poetry, “My Old Clock I Wind”.
The competition remains open to audible.com users and I am pleased to announce that a further 2 (free) audio downloads are now available to audible.co.uk listeners, https://www.audible.co.uk/pd/Arts-Entertainment/My-Old-Clock-I-Wind-and-Other-Poems-Audiobook/B077VYT3X6.
To enter the competition, please send an email to newauthoronline (at) gmail dot com. Please put “competition to win an audio download” in the subject line.
The first 2 people to email me will receive a promotional code enabling them to download “My Old Clock I Wind” FREE.
Please note, audible.co.uk codes only work on the UK site and audible.com codes only work on the US website. However listners not based in either the UK or USA may still use a promotional code (provided that the code is used on the site for which it was issued). So, for example a person resident in Australia can not use a promotional code for audible.co.uk or audible.com on the Australian site (audible.com/au). They may, however go to either audible.co.uk or audible.com and use the code (making sure that their browser does not redirect them to the Australian Audible site). This may entail opening a new account on either audible.co.uk or audible.com.
A relative resident in Australia was able to download “My Old Clock” by going to audible.com (despite the attempts of his browser to redirect him to audible.com/au)!
The above is somewhat confusing for which I apologise! If you have any queries please don’t hesitate to contact me.
Many A Life Is Undone In The Pursuit Of Fun
Many a life is undone
In the pursuit of fun.
We may turn and run
From the fact
Of an act
And the sun
Will continue to shine.
But, in the dark
The truth stark
Reveals that every fine
Day
Passes away
For delight
Must end in night.
Agnosticism
“Hark the herald angels sing”
The Salvation Army band play
As I walk through Victoria station today.
The thing
Is that I want to believe.
The music half carries me away
And I grieve
That I can not pray
Other than in a formulistic way
Where words are heard by none but me.
Or (o distant hope
That helps men cope)
Perhaps by a being
(All seeing)
Who I can not understand
Let alone command.
There Was A Young Lady Named Simone
There was a young lady named Simone
Who lived in a haunted house alone.
In the depths of the dark
She would sing like a lark
And the ghosts would sigh and moan!
There Once Was A Snowwoman Named Moriah
There once was a snowwoman named Moriah
Who warmed herself by my fire.
She wore a coat of felt
And soon did melt.
O what a foolish desire for fire!
There Was A Young Lady Named Ruth
There was a young lady named Ruth
Who bought a place in Maynooth.
It was an historic hall
As I recall,
But alas it had no roof!
Can All This Water Cleanse My Thought
Can all this water
Cleanse my thought?
Is and ought.
The daughter
Of Eve
Will leave
Behind
A mind
(Mine)
Dwelling
On women and wine.
There is no telling
Where this will end.
As a boy
I took joy
In a pretend
Friend.
As an adult
The result
Is lies
And sighs.
Would that I could
Gaze with quietude
Into those eyes,
But no, I should not intrude
Bits Of Data Fly
Bits of data
Fly.
Sooner or later
I shall die.
I
Wonder why
I
Should care
Where
My words will go
For I know
That the winter snow
Will cover all.
Perhaps a few may recall
A word I said
When I am dead.
But in my graveyard plot
I shall know it not.
Why this conceit
On my part
that others should repeat
Let alone understand what lay in my heart?
I would
Do good
But know
I have not always done so.
Sitting here in this winter weather
I see a feather
Float on high
Through indifferent sky.
The wind will sigh
When I am gone
But not for me,
Though I shall be free
As wind and sea.
You Stayed For A While
You stayed for a while
And made me smile.
Then, when you where gone
I thought on
Guile
And those who choose
To lose
Their time
In rhyme.
And how verse can not feed
The poet’s every need
K Morris - Poet 