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Morning Rain

Rain falling
Calling
To me as it fell
Casting it’s spell.
Drops on my window tapping.
The sound
Around
Me wrapping.

Eve
May deceive
While Adam and his mate
Learn to late
They did create
The serpent that
Under the Tree of Knowledge sat.

The constant rain
Drumming on my window pane.
The sane
Man
Can
Forgo
The forbidden fruit.
Yet his failure to withstand
The fickle hand
Of pleasure
Is at the root
Of much woe.
He doth Taste
In haste
And repent at leisure.

In the end
Only the Sane
Rain
Will remain,
As we descend
To the place where dreams that shatter
No longer matter
And lover’s inconstant chatter
Is replaced
By death’s blank face.

Joy In Melancholy

A Hug

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A hug spontaneously given.
Emotion
As an ocean
Wells up.
My cup is full
Yet the dull
Feel
Of an unreal
Embrace …
A girl’s pretty face.
Another time
Another place.

I have striven
To stand aloof
From the truth
And feeling
Yet my emotions are reeling
From a simple hug.
The fug
For a moment clears
And the truth rears it’s head.
Better an empty bed
Than meaningless words said
In pretence
And sense
Lost in arms
That hold no lasting charms.

The Lady and the Rake

Evening Walk

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Breathing in the fresh evening air
I wander along
Conscious of birdsong.
The birds sing without a care
And soon I will be there
With her.

I dare
Say there
Will be a conversation
Over our meal.
What do I feel?
Anticipation
At the thought of what I know will come?

The birds Continue to trill.
The evening will
Run
Away in laughter
And drink.
I think
On The dull thrill
Of what comes after
A passing triumph, lost in a disaster.

A Perfect Pare

Dowson

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Sinking into bliss.
A kiss.
A silver penny
So many
Shine
On women and wine.
As Dowson searches, for love divine.

Pale lost lilies.
Sillies
Weak
No words they speak
Will make him cease
In his search for peace.

Dowson died young.
No joy his lovings brung.
The same old song sung
Once more.
The hoare
Frost froze the poet, to the core.

—

Ernest Christopher Dowson was one of the Decadent or Catholic poets. Born in 1867 and dying in 1900 the poet spent a life full of wine, women and song, often seeking solace in the arms of the world’s oldest profession.
The reference to “Lilies” refers to Dowson’s fine poem, “Cynara” (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ernest_Dowson).

“Lost in the Labyrinth of My Mind” is now available in print

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I am pleased to announce that my collection of poetry, “Lost in the Labyrinth of My Mind” is now available in print. To read reviews of “Lost” or to purchase my book please visit the following link http://moyhill.com/lost/. “Lost” is also available as a Kindle download and can be found here, http://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B01AF5EPVY/ref=cm_sw_r_tw_dp_S9p7wb0FBTR8W.
A reviewer writes as follows:
“This is the 3rd collection of poems I’ve read by K. Morris, and with that comes a little weight. Obviously, I must like this writer’s work to continue
reading it, but surely there must be an expiry date for such great writing; one day I am sure to find a book by K. Morris that I do not enjoy.

Well, frankly, that day is not today.

Honestly, I think K. Morris may be a fountain of constant inspiration and depth – his writing is beautiful, and never fails to touch my heart whether crafted
for humour or profound meaning. I cannot imagine the day that I don’t enjoy his work.

If you enjoy reading poetry, then this collection of poems is the one for you. If you’ve never really read poetry before, but you want to start, K. Morris
is a great poet to begin with. I mean, you should always begin with the greats, shouldn’t you?

This collection contains a range of poems from joyous to sorrowful, humorous to harrowing. I cannot express enough how strongly I feel that you – yes,
you, reading this right now – should delve into K. Morris world, and his writing.

Overall, and very obviously, I really enjoyed this collection, and I highly recommend you pick up a copy.

(Disclaimer: I received a copy of this book from K Morris in exchange for an honest review. I would like to send a big thank you and congratulations to
K Morris for this collection, and its brilliance”.) .
For the above review please go to http://www.amazon.co.uk/review/R3NHWVT18B7EK6/ref=cm_cr_rdp_perm?ie=UTF8&ASIN=B01AF5EPVY.

Kevin

Spring Night

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Birds sing.
The air on this spring
Evening carries scents unknown
As I stroll home
Alone.

That scent, is it hay?
All this will pass away.
Yet I am content to breathe this sweet air
And, for a time, forget my care.

Beauty with sadness lives
And gives
A melancholy delight
To me, as I walk home, on this spring night.

Results Of The Competition To Win A Print Copy Of “Lost In The Labyrinth Of My Mind”

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On 12 March I offered readers the chance to win a free signed copy of my collection of poetry, “Lost in the Labyrinth of My Mind”, (http://newauthoronline.com/2016/03/12/your-chance-to-win-a-free-copy-of-lost-in-the-labyrinth-of-my-mind/). In order to win, readers where asked to name my first collection of poetry. I am delighted to announce that Annette (https://annetterochelleaben.wordpress.com/), correctly identified “Dalliance” (http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00QQVJC7E/ref=cm_sw_r_tw_dp_cmZ5wb0VVDXW8) as being the work in question. Congratulations to Annette, who wins a signed copy of “Lost in the Labyrinth of My Mind”.