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Hitler And Stalin

The Gulag.

The present like the past is mad.

Black clad figures

Their fingers on triggers.

Russian or Prussian?

An interesting discussion.

Jews and Kulaks their lives lose.

Who to choose?

A man drowning in his country’s blood,

Or one who would destroy Jewry if he could?

What a choice.

History’s voice

is cold and level,

“We allied with the devil,

To destroy his twin,

the mirror image of him.

The world is a better place

But a nasty taste

Still lingers.

Man has burned his fingers,

To often,

History’s lessons are easily forgotten”.

 

 

 

Autumn Rain

A further poem in honour of Autumn. “Autumn Rain” can be found in “Dalliance: A Collection Of Poetry And Prose”, (http://www.amazon.co.uk/Dalliance-collection-poetry-prose-Morris-ebook/dp/B00QQVJC7E or http://www.amazon.com/Dalliance-collection-poetry-prose-Morris-ebook/dp/B00QQVJC7E).

 

Autumn Rain

 

Rain you are lonely, crying outside in the darkness.

 

A few sad fireworks fizzle and die.

 

Me, sitting alone on my sofa. Rain, is it you who are lonely, or I?

Cuts

Communications from those who sit on high.

Unease on winged feet does fly.

People keep their heads down,

Union reps frown.

The man nearing retirement thinks of his garden,

The poor performer hopes for a pardon.

There is money on the table,

For those who are able,

Or willing to take the redundancy shilling.

The girl in HR gazes at the darkening sky,

And heaves a sigh,

For her own job she must apply.

“There can be no reprieve,

Savings we need”!

Management consultants say,

As they take their pay.

 

A Further 2 Reviews Of “The Girl Who Wasn’t There And Other Poems”

I was thrilled to receive the following 2 5 star reviews of “The Girl Who Wasn’t There And Other Poems”:

 

“It is with great expectation that I started to read, “The Girl Who Wasn’t There And other Poems” by K. Morris. Even more enticing was the quote on the book’s

rear cover from Oscar Wilde, “We are all in the gutter, but some of us are looking at the stars”.

 

Each poem represents a picture or better even, a snapshot from an old Polaroid of life’s other side which makes Wilde quote seem apropos as he knew firsthand

the changes life could take given his troubles in his later years. But aside from that as I read these poems another voice spoke to me, that of Edgar Allan

Poe. The wit of Oscar Wilde crossed with the macabre of Poe. This is dark poetry and one might find themselves a little too familiar with the situations

our subjects find themselves in.

 

We are given a hearty portion of love lost turned to its sleazy side; disillusionment with love and the mask used to portray this illusion as it feast

upon our soul in waking hours. But we’re reminded that we all turn to dust no matter what our accomplishments as we ask the ‘London Rain’ to wash away

this London hell we find ourselves in.

 

In ‘The Hypocrite’ we see a fine upstanding man, quick to condemn, above reproach, but for the grace of God it would be he instead of them.

 

‘The Spider and the Fly’ displays how each is doomed, both sides of life are found at fault.

 

We do see some light at the end of these gray skies as in the ‘Wit of a Gentlemen Suitor to His Beloved’ and the metaphor of the wind, the breeze to bring

about the hopes of our better angels.

 

I read ‘Venus in Firs’ and thought this might be pointing to Wilde himself and the notoriety that beseeched him.

 

‘The Fox and the Bear’ brought me back to the conditions of life and how we could find ourselves at the opposing end.

 

‘Handbags and Shoes’ brings us to the material gain we long for and the things we do for their gain.

 

Death is exposed in ‘The Dying Year’ and ‘Waking Early’ and in the closing line of ‘Saturday Morning’.

 

In the poems ‘Dolls’, ‘Drowning in Nightmare’ and ‘Digging’, I’m reminded more than ever of the effect Edgar Allan Poe may have had on this book of poetry.

 

In ‘Young Lady, Older Man’ we see the passing of any real feelings for both sides, the banality of it all. In this we return to the shame and pain, an

endless path as the bed post are witness to all that has gone wrong in love.

 

And for me the saving grace of it all, defined in the poem ‘Dog’.

 

This is a fine collection of poetry sure to capture the reader and find them at the mercy of these written words”. (For the review please visit http://www.amazon.com/review/R3J0CCGHV37EQ/ref=cm_cr_rdp_perm?ie=UTF8&ASIN=B0155KSKOC).

 

“A lovely collection of poems about living in the gutter of life. I find the poems touching and thought provoking, some made me laugh others are more serious

and sad. My favourites were the poems: The Whispering Wind, Masks and Innocence Lost”. (For the review please visit http://www.amazon.com/review/R1Q1N4ER7HNH5O/ref=cm_cr_rdp_perm?ie=UTF8&ASIN=B0155KSKOC).

 

Many thanks to both reviewers for taking the time to read and review “The Girl Who Wasn’t There And Other Poems”.

 

Kevin

The Potentate

Lucifir came for a potentate bold.

He said “you have had power and wealth untold,

Now you must render me your immortal soul”.

The potentate sighed,

And made reply,

“My soul it died,

you will find nothing inside.

It perished long ago,

And vanished like the summer snow.

Once I had ideals,

and yearned to build utopia in green fields.

I have waded in much blood,

And sacrificed the weak for the common good.

My soul you had long ago.

I take your hand,

Now let us go”.

 

A 4 Star Review Of “The Girl Who Wasn’t There And Other Poems”

I was pleased to receive the following 4 star review for “The Girl Who Wasn’t There And Other Poems”:

“Short bitter-sweet poems about love lost and aspirations unfulfilled”. For the review please visit (http://www.amazon.co.uk/review/R21SAKB5Z2UU23/ref=cm_cr_rdp_perm?ie=UTF8&ASIN=B0155KSKOC). Thank you to Chris Graham for taking the time to read and review “The Girl Who Wasn’t There”.

An update to my review page

I have updated the ‘Reviews of my books’ page (http://newauthoronline.com/reviews-of-my-books/) so as to include a number of recent reviews in respect of ‘Dalliance’.

A 5 Star Review Of My Book, “Dalliance; A Collection Of Poetry And Prose”

On checking my reviews today I was delighted to see that “Dalliance; A Collection Of Poetry And Prose” has received the following 5 star review,

“I loved the sheer variety of the pieces in this book – and the lyrical nature of the writing. Most beautiful. Two, in particular, stood out for me: ‘Dark Angel’ and ‘The Great Cycle’. Both evoked the connection we have with the world – though in very different ways, one being a physical bond with the natural world, the other a more inanimate ‘friend’! I thoroughly recommend this exquisite little collection”.

(For the review please visit http://www.amazon.co.uk/review/R3PJBPNU2ESSIH/ref=cm_cr_rdp_perm?ie=UTF8&ASIN=B00QQVJC7E).

Many thanks to the reviewer for taking the time to read and review “Dalliance”.

 

Kevin

Gaming

She dances with ghosts in the machine,

Flickering images pervade her dreams.

She has no need of romance it seems,

Just friends who flicker then die on screen.

Ghost-like she games through the night,

The thrill of playing does her excite.

She avoids love’s sting,

Gaming is her thing!