What if we finally conquer death, and he is no more?
K Morris reading his poem ‘Death is Dead’.
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K Morris reading his poem ‘No Alarm’.
Going to bed at night, we assume that will be awakened by our alarm next morning. But…
K Morris reading his poem ‘Milk’.
We continue to go about our hum-drum lives while others are suffering loss.
K Morris reading his poem ‘Circles’.
The debate surrounding sex work/prostitution appears to go around in circles, with one side blaming the sex bias, and saying that they should be fined or imprisoned, while the other argues that the state/society has no business interfering in what occurs between consenting adults. Often, it seems that neither side is listening to the other, while client and sex worker continue in their age-old roles.
K Morris reading his poem ‘Owl’.
I’ve always felt an affinity with owls. My home is close to a historic park in Upper Norwood (a suburb of Greater London). From time to time, I hear the owls’ eerie cry, which brings to mind thoughts of my own mortality, coupled with the death of King Duncan in Macbeth.
K Morris reading his poem ‘Genes’.
Are we just our genes?
A CD of me reading my poetry will soon be available
I am pleased to announce that a CD featuring me reading 13 of my poems will soon be available. The poems are as follows:
1. Fire.
2. My Old Clock I Wind.
3. Leaf.
4. Leaves Blown At Night.
5. Lost.
6. Ethereal.
7. Waltz.
8. The Poet and the Workman.
9. There Was A Young Man Called Rory.
10. There Was A Young Lady Called Flair.
11. There Was A Young Lady Called Anna.
12. When.
13. Dalliance.
My thanks to Peter Brazier of Vertical Rooms for his assistance in producing the CD.
If you are interested in obtaining a copy please contact me at newauthoronline (at) gmail dot com, (the address is rendered thus to avoid that scourge of the internet, spammers)!
Kevin
There Was A Young Man From Eeling
There was a young man from Eeling
Who liked to dance on the ceiling.
His neighbour said,
“Your visits I dread
As you always dance on my ceiling!”.
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There was a young man from Eeling
Who liked to dance on the ceiling.
The girl nextdoor
Said “I implore
You to come and dance on my ceiling!”.
There Was A Young Writer Called Barett
There was a young writer called Barett
Who had nought to eat but a carrot.
He said, to himself,
“I have little wealth
While my agent she drinks only claret!”
Book Review: “The Ocean’s Lullaby” By Victoria Zigler
This review is of “The Ocean’s Lullaby” by Victoria Zigler.
Disclaimer : I received a free copy of this book in return for an honest review.
The Ocean’s Lullaby does, as the title suggests have a strong ocean theme. The poems in this collection range from the humorous to verses which bring a tear to the eye. Many of the poems are suitable for children, while others will be more readily appreciated by an adult audience.
One of the poems which particularly charmed me is “If I was A Mermaid” which runs thus:
“If I was a mermaid,
I wouldn’t need to sail.
I’d swim through the world’s waters,
With a flick of my silvery tail.
If I was a mermaid,
Who lived beneath the sea,
I’d zoom through the water,
So fast you’d never catch me”.
While the above will, I think appeal in particular to a younger audience, the touching simplicity of the verse will, I think bring a smile to the face of many an older reader.
Victoria also tackles serious issues, for example in her short poem entitled “Wounding Words”:
“Wounding words, like vicious knives,
Rip to shreds our pleasant lives,
Until no joy or hope survives,
And only pain and sorrow thrives”.
We have, I am sure all experienced what is so pithily expressed in the above piece.
Among my favourite poems in the humorous category are “When Words Don’t Mean The Same” and “When North Wind Does Blow”.
I have read “The Ocean’s Lullaby” several times and recommend it as a pleasant and sometimes thought provoking read.
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“The Ocean’s Lullaby” can be found here, https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/641375
K Morris - Poet 