Unadulterated lust.
Needs must.
No scent of musk,
Just dust
And my nose savouring the scent of books!
(The above was inspired by reading the following post by Jennifer Calvert, https://jennifercalvertwriter.wordpress.com/2015/06/17/lustful-sin/. If you haven’t already please do check out Jennifer’s blog).
Kevin
A rhythmic motion
Like a ship upon the ocean
Your legs swung
But to me no joy brung.
You spoke in a foreign tongue.
No songs where sung.
You where young
Eighteen or twenty
Our hearts they where empty.
Yes you where young,
Your feet in heels swung .
I see them swinging still
I have had my fill
Of desert beds and swinging legs.
Love to me is dead.
Bedposts stand and watch
As we our lives botch.
Never counting the cost
Of love wasted and lost.
Bedposts know,
That lovers come and go
And man sows what he reaps.
Would that they could speak.
BookCrossing is the practice of leaving books for others to find. Usually a message will be included allowing the person who finds the book to inform the individual who has left it that it has been found. There exist Book Crossing websites to facilitate this process.
I decided to release my baby, “Dalliance; A Collection Of Poetry And Prose” into the great beyond. It is already available in the Amazon Kindle store, in my local book store (The Bookseller Crow) and direct from me. However I thought it would be fun to put a note in 4 copies of “Dalliance”, saying that I would love to know what people think of my book, and release it into the wild. It may be that I receive no feedback but nothing ventured, nothing gained!
Later today I will leave 2 copies of “Dalliance” in public places while a friend will drop off a further 2.
(for “Dalliance; A Collection Of Poetry And Prose” please visit http://www.amazon.co.uk/Dalliance-collection-poetry-prose-Morris-ebook/dp/B00QQVJC7E.
For a recent review of “Dalliance” please go to https://bibliomad.wordpress.com/2015/08/19/dalliance-a-collection-of-poetry-and-prose-by-k-morris-book-review/.
You can find information on BookCrossing by visiting this link https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/BookCrossing.
The Bookseller Crow can be found by clicking here http://booksellercrow.co.uk/.
If you are interested in obtaining a print edition of “Dalliance” direct from me please email newauthoronline (at) gmail dot com).
The click of heels fades.
Silence crashes over him in waves.
Sadness contends with rage.
The turning of a new page
Or a man digging his own grave?
This is the place of passing delight,
Where souls are lost at dead of night.
This is the place of lust and sighs,
Where something in each man dies.
This is the place of creaking boards,
Where men unsheathe their mighty swords.
This is the place of guys called John,
Where satisfaction, once obtained, they are gone.
The passage of time muddles the brain, I don’t recall your name.
Perhaps Marie or Melisa, no matter its all the same.
Though some would consider it shocking, it meant absolutely nothing,
You kept on your stockings,
I feared my neighbours knocking.
It signified everything and nothing,
A girl in suspenders and stockings.
Sounds painful to hear.
The dying year.
Leaves turn from green to brown.
His growing frown.
Death patiently waits,
As time, with gnarled fingers reaches for the gate.
The platitudinous things people say,
The rain will wash them all away.
The rat race of a London day,
The rain will cleanse this all away.
Rain, nature’s balm to a troubled mind,
Within us inner peace we find.
A quiet place in which to dwell,
Aloof from this London hell.
K Morris - Poet 