Many thanks to Sally for featuring my new book, “The Girl Who Wasn’t There And Other Poems” on her blog. For Sally’s post please visit the following link, https://smorgasbordinvitation.wordpress.com/2015/09/11/new-book-fanfare-the-girl-who-wasnt-there-poetry-collection-by-k-morris/.
Kevin
I am pleased to announce that “The Girl Who Wasn’t There And Other Poems” is now available in the Amazon Kindle Store. My thanks to Chris Graham (the Story Reading Ape) for designing the wonderful book cover and David J. Higgins for proof reading “The Girl Who Wasn’t There”. The book blurb reads as follows:
The great Oscar Wilde remarked,
“We are all in the gutter, but some of us are looking at the stars”.
Many of the poems in this collection portray people struggling in life’s gutter.
“Lonely men of a certain age” hear the voices of young women and yearn for something beyond “sterile sitting rooms”, while to the prostitute its all about “handbags and shoes”, even if her “choice” leads to the woman “drowning in booze”.
Anyone who likes dark poetry will, it is hoped, gain something from this collection.
(Amazon UK – http://www.amazon.co.uk/gp/product/B0155KSKOC?keywords=The%20girl%20who%20wasn&qid=
Amazon US – http://www.amazon.com/dp/B0155KSKOC
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’.
I swallowed my pride
and ordered a mail order bride.
She arrived posthaste at my place.
She was cross but pretty
Having travelled from a foreign city
In a cardboard box.
The mailman was shocked
When she knocked
To obtain release.
He called the police
Who attended our wedding feast!
Looking for a saviour under the stars
Men slow then stop their cars.
Girls under street lamps stand
Waiting for their lord’s command.
Needle pricks scar their arms
Still men discern a certain charm.
Girls think of their next fix
Man moistens his dry lips.
“I seek a saviour of a kind
In the hope some inner peace I may find”
He says shuddering at her needle lines.
“Your saviour I will be
Provided you can pay my fee.
A girl must live. Love isn’t free”,
She says gazing at a distant tree.
She thinks of her girlhood not so long ago
Of trees their boughs bent under the weight of snow.
She thinks “once I could not be bought
Before hard drugs their damage rought”.
The man holds out cold hard cash
She takes it with a bitter laugh.
Stepping in through the car’s open door
She wonders if she can take much more.
Her eyes fixed on the stars above
As he makes what he calls love.
She thinks of the knife at home
How easy to end it when all alone.
The pain is there behind his eyes
Inwardly two souls cry.
He stares at the moon above
Desperately probing for a kind of love.
Afterwards two empty vessels they depart
Both with sore and aching hearts.
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!
Many thanks to Chris Graham (AKA The Story Reading Ape) for designing the book cover for my forthcoming collection of poetry, “The Girl Who Wasn’t There And Other Poems”. I had originally intended to entitle my book, “We are All In The Gutter, But Some Of Us Are Looking At The Stars”. However, on reflection I determined on “The Girl Who Wasn’t There And Other Poems”. The Wilde quote does however live on as can be seen from the description on the back cover.
I am aiming to publish “The Girl Who Wasn’t There And Other Poems” in September of this year in ebook and print formats.
You can find details of my previous collection of poetry and prose, “Dalliance” by following these links:
I will be taking a break from blogging over the UK bank holiday weekend. I will be preparing my new collection of poetry for publication. The title is “We Are All In The Gutter, But Some Of Us Are Looking At The Stars”, which is a quote from the great Oscar Wilde. As the title suggests, the collection will be a compilation of some of my darker poetry.
On first reading, the quote is bleak. The gutter suggests the lowest point in the life of man or what some might label “a low mode of living”! However the fact “some of us are looking at the stars” suggests hope or the possibility of change for the better.
The new collection will join my existing book, “Dalliance; A Collection Of Poetry And Prose” which can be found here, (http://www.amazon.com/Dalliance-collection-poetry-prose-Morris-ebook/dp/B00QQVJC7E/ref=cm_cr_pr_bdcrb_top?ie=UTF8).
Kevin
Waking early I lie,
Darkness still shrouds the sky.
One day or night I will die,
There will be no more awakening to the sky.
Is death the final sleep,
Through which no dreams creep?
Or a perpetual dream,
wherein our consciousness forever streams?
Often, when dreaming, I believe myself to be awake.
On waking, I realise my mistake.
But how can I be certain the land of sleep is behind,
That I am not in a dream confined?
I lack the wisdom of a divine,
So can not answers find.
From the sunlit uplands man’s heart turns.
Those who play in the gutter attract germs.
The birds soar above,
While in the dirt man grubs.
Flowers are trampelled underfoot,
All that is noble is reduced to dust.
The rats scurry away,
They have no stomach to fight and stay.
K Morris - Poet 