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Running

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As a poet, there is no doubt in my mind that I have a tendency to over intellectualise. This often entails looking on the dark side of life. The beauty of existence is, for me tempered by the knowledge that our time here is brief. As I put it in my poem, “Passing”:

“The sun comes and goes on a cold Autumn day
And I think on fun and how quickly it passeth away.
The flower that bloomed
Is soon entombed,
Or if it blooms still
A rill
Of tears
Marks it’s all too tender years”.

None the less life is for living. I love walking in the great outdoors and have recently taken to running with colleagues during my lunch hour through St James’s Park in central London.

We writers have a tendency to live too much in the mind. “I think, therefore I am” is undoubtedly true, for to think makes us human. However the intellectual side of life needs to be balanced by physical activity.

While running one is acutely conscious of the animal nature of man. The pleasure of stretching one’s legs and enjoying the purely physical side of existence is one which I wholeheartedly recommend.

While there is conversation with my running partner, which enhances the pleasure of the activity, I do, none the less leave the intellectual aspect of my nature behind when exercising and lose myself in the physicality of the experience.

Have I Heard Of You?

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“Have I heard of you?” she said.
I shook my head
And made reply
With an audible sigh,
“No for I am not yet dead.
But perhaps a paragraph or two
When I am through,
You will peruse
Before passing on to other news
About some celebrity or other, who has fallen from grace
And after whom our moral guardians chase.

Heaven forbid that I should make page three
For better models than me
Have appeared there,
And I would hate to upstage busty Claire
For we are both art
Of a kind.
Beauty resides in the mind of the beholder,
Take your pick, a girl’s bare shoulder
Or a writer’s heart.

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1. “Page 3 is a colloquial term for a feature formerly included in the British tabloid newspaper The Sun.

The phrase originates with the publication of a large photograph of a topless, bare-breasted female glamour model who was usually shown on the print edition’s third page.

The feature first appeared in the newspaper on 17 November 1970 and on the official Page 3 website since June 1999, where it still continues.

The terms “Page 3” and “Page Three” are registered trademarks of News UK, parent company of The Sun, although the feature has been imitated in Britain’s other ‘red top’ tabloids”

(https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Page_3).

2. The “Claire” in the above poem, is purely ficticious and any resemblance to anyone either living or dead is purely coincidental.

Hatters and Hares

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As day follows day
Inexarably the century ebbs away.
It has already reached seventeen.
Things not yet seen
Glimmer in a dream
Or a nightmare
Where
The mad Hatter and March Hare
Offer to answer Alice’s every prayer.

On the edge of wonderland
We stand.
But beware
The Hatter and the Hare
Who sit at a table
Offering tea which they are unable
To supply,
For this thing called progress is a wapping lie.

Blogging|Opportunity|Aid

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Our dearest friends,

We have initiated an online magazine ( ezine ) with the name ” Pax Et Dolor
” meaning ” Peace and Pain.”

We would like you to be a part of our good work, an help us unite all the
creative minds and souls all over the blogosphere.

We dream to weave a thread that connects the creative minds and artists
throughout this space.

We have different categories like Prose’ and Poetry, Travel and tourism,
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knowledge.

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Kevin Morris reading his poem ‘To my dog Trigger, who lay on my book’.

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While drinking in my favourite local pub, The Railway Bell (http://www.rampubcompany.co.uk/visit-pubs/railway-bell), I left my rucksack, which contained a copy of my book ‘Lost in the Labyrinth of my mind’ (https://www.amazon.co.uk/Lost-labyrinth-my-mind-Morris-ebook/dp/B01AF5EPVY) on the floor. My guide dog Trigger made himself comfortable on both book and rucksack, creasing ‘Lost’s pages, which led to the composition of this poem.

The poem can be found in Refractions: https://www.amazon.co.uk/Refractions-K-MORRIS-ebook/dp/B01L5UC2H2/ref=sr_1_1?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1488112246&sr=1-1&keywords=refractions+k+morris

Kevin Morris reading his poem ‘Woman’.

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Poet Kevin Morris reading his poem ‘Woman’.

This poem appears in my collection of poetry ‘Refractions’: https://www.amazon.co.uk/Refractions-K-MORRIS-ebook/dp/B01L5UC2H2, under the title ‘Women’. In retrospect, I believe that ‘Woman’ better fits the poem, hence I have changed its title on YouTube.