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A review of my collection of poetry “My Old Clock I Wind and Other Poems”

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I was delighted to receive the following review of “My Old Clock I Wind”:

“A book of poetry by K. Morris. The poems explore different themes, lamenting the passing years, questioning what is called “progress” among others, but there are some nonsensical funny ones too …”. (To read the review in its entirety please visit, https://www.goodreads.com/review/show/2356305979?book_show_action=true&from_review_page=1).

You can find “My Old Clock” on Goodreads here, https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/35445316-my-old-clock-i-wind-and-other-poems. And in the Amazon Kindle store here, https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0735JBVBG.

The book is also available from Moyhill Publishing (in ebook and print), http://moyhill.com/clock/.

A braille edition can be purchased from the Royal National Institute of Blind People (RNIB). To purchase “My Old Clock IWind” in braille please go to http://www.rniblibrary.com/iguana/www.main.cls?surl=a1, enter “my old clock I wind k morris”, click search and my book should be displayed.

There Was A Young Man Called Pete

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There was a young man called Pete
Who did my wine cellar deplete.
Being drunk as a lord
He fell on his sword.
That unfortunate young man called Pete.

(Written in response to https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/deplete/).

The Ship

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I knew
A man who
Was so just and true
That when the ship came under attack
He stood back
And said “alas, alack
Poisoning is a terrible thing
Yet I can not bring
Myself to condemn
Particular men
(Although the evidence points that way)
I say
That there must be absolute proof.
So shall I in my allotment dig for truth).

He is digging still
And will
Continue to do so
As men of common sense see the fact
For what it is,
And act!

Legacy

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Some things
Have wings
Of light,
While others fly at night
Their poison carrying down the years,
Provoking bitter tears.

One such has gone
But his legacy lives on
In those who can not wait
To employ their knuckles tattooed with “Hate”.

An intelligent man
Frequently can
Do more harm
Than a stupid one,
For he is possessed of charm
And learning to.
True he has gone
But the bitterness lives on.

The word “fascist” is ugly to me
And I can not agree
With those who would label him so,
Yet I know
That it is possible to stoke
The fire and deplore the thuggish smoke
On which we all choke.

This is not quite fair
As there where
Racists ere
He spoke.
Yet he threw a match
Which did catch
Provoking flame
Blame
And smoke.

My Grandfather

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Creosote
On a hot
Day.
I lack the words to say
How the smell
(I know so well)
Carried me away
To where I can not stay,
For he has gone into the forest green
(Which I have seen
Though I can not follow him yet).

I can not forget
Those happy days (now tinged with regret)
For a fence does divide.
Yet he lives inside
My heart
And is forever a part
Of me.

The land I see
Beyond the fence is lush
With tree and bush.
I can not rush
And no not when
I shall see him again.
But see I must
For I am dust
As he
Who loved me.

Enoch Powell Poet

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In 1968, the late John Enoch Powell, a member of Edward Heath’s Conservative Shadow Cabinet, delivered what has gone down in history as “The Rivers of Blood” speech. In it Powell argued that non-white immigration into the United Kingdom should be halted and that those immigrants already present should be encouraged to return to their countries of origin. The speech was condemned by Heath and led to Powell being dismissed from the Shadow Cabinet.

The decision of BBC Radio 4 to broadcast the speech in full at 8 PM (UK time) on the evening of 14th April, has provoked much controversy (see, for example https://www.telegraph.co.uk/radio/what-to-listen-to/bbc-radio-4-broadcast-enoch-powells-rivers-blood-speech-first/).

I in no way endorse Powell’s views on race, as can be seen from my poem “Kipling May Regret”, https://scvincent.com/2018/03/26/guest-author-kevin-morris-kipling-may-regret/. However the furore over the impending broadcast reminded me that Powell was (as well as being a politician) a poet of some distinction, http://laudatortemporisacti.blogspot.co.uk/2013/10/cheerful-thoughts-from-enoch-powell.html.

We can (and should) separate a man’s views from his literary output. Consequently, while in no way endorsing Powell’s opinions on race, one can appreciate his verse which does, to my mind have echoes of that of A. E. Housman.

Kevin

Glimmer

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Dare I?
No
For if I go
Too far …
But oh temptations are … …

Such sweet delights.
Sultry nights
Replete
With perfume
That does pervade my room.

Should I
complete?
Act on my desire?
Know glimmer of answering fire
Therefore
I must adore
From afar,
But underneath that bra …

(Written in response to https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/glimmer/).