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Who Cares

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When I pass away
My books will stay.
Who can say
Whether readers will delve
Through dusty shelves
And discovering my book
Take a look
Into my soul.

The whole
Me
Now free.
No longer able to care
About those who stare
At what I wrote
In earnest or joke.

What is this desire
That my words light a fire
In hearts I will not know?
I am lust
Dust
And scribbles on a page.
‘ No great matter, when I am mouldering in the grave.

I am not brave
And grope
For hope
In the here and now.
For the plough
Will not disturb my sleep
Nor will I weep
In the solitary grave.

Results Of The Poll To Choose A Book Cover For “Lost In The Labyrinth Of My Mind”

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A big thank you to everyone who voted and commented in response to my request for help in choosing a book cover in respect of my collection of poems, “Lost In The Labyrinth Of My Mind”. As of today (19 February) cover number 11 has attracted the most votes (a total of 8). In addition number 11 has gleaned the most favourable comments. I have therefore decided to use that cover for the forthcoming print edition of “Lost In The Labyrinth Of My Mind”.
Once again, a huge thank you to everyone who participated in choosing the book cover, either through voting, commenting, liking my post or sharing via social media.

Kevin

Please Help In Choosing A Book Cover For My Collection Of Poems, “Lost In The Labyrinth Of My Mind”

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The purpose of this post is to ask for your help in choosing a book cover for the print edition of my recently published collection of poetry, “Lost In The Labyrinth Of My Mind”,

To this end I would appreciate it if you could please vote for your favourite cover (numbered on bottom left of each cover). It would assist me if you could add comments explaining your choice.

The following poem, “Lost”, provides a flavour of the poems to be found in the book and will, I hope aid you in choosing a book cover:

Lost

My thoughts lost on the damp air
Going who knows where.
The sodden grass
I pass.
Where children play
But not today.
No ball
Or bird call.
Only the rain’s incessant fall.

Many thanks for your help.

Kevin

Current Cover

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POLL IS NOW CLOSED

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The school grounds I pass.
A ball flies through the grass.
The sound of children playing.
I wish you could be staying.
But you went away
Many a day
Ago.
Do you remember the snow?

I recall
Frost hung on the wall.
Delicate and white
In the sun’s light.
Your passing smile
While
The ice shimmered on the tree.
Watched by you and me.

The frost did not stay
And melted away
Leaving a blank wall
Yet the icicles I recall
And still the water doth fall
On a winter’s day
Far away.

My Blog’s Tagline Has Changed

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I have changed my blog’s tagline from “this WordPress.com site is the bees and ees” to “newauthoronline | K Morris, Poet and Author”. The new tagline clarifies that I am both a poet and author, while the previous generic description conveyed little (if anything) about either the blog or myself. The change in tagline in no way impacts on how you access this site, which remains at the same location (newauthoronline.com).
As always, I am keen to know what you (as readers of newauthoronline.com) think. Please feel free to leave a comment below or, if you prefer contact me at (newauthoronline (at) gmail dot com).

Kevin

pride

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The better man hides inside.
Pride
As a snake
Does wake
And we forsake
Kindness, that like a river should flow
And lose ourselves in hate and woe.

We know what is right
And oft in the depths of night
Look into our soul.
We ssee the whole
Thing crystal clear.
All our fears
And empty tears.

Let the serpent go
For we reap what we sew.
An open heart
Can not by the devil’s art
Be made black
Only a lack
Of will
Can our soul kill

 

Who Would A Poet Be?

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The poet lays bare his soul
For the whole
World to see.
So who would a poet be?

Or perchance he hides in clever rhyme
How he does spend his time.
For ‘Tis no crime
To obfuscate a line.

Readers shake their heads.
The poet dreads
Lest they discover
What lies behind the cover …

He Will Go His Way

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Birds sing
Yet spring
Is far away.
The day
Is cold.
I think of arms that enfold
And do not hold.
The gold
Coin doth spin
And what some call sin
Enters in.
I think of a girl’s scent
Of those who do, and then repent.
I dwell on heaven
O how close ‘tis to hell!
And think it well
To leave the stone
Alone.
Why this desire
To know the secret fire
That in man does burn
And how he doth turn
Away
From the light of day.
He will go his way
Whate’r the moralists say.