I am pleased to announce that my latest collection of poetry, “Lost In The Labyrinth Of My Mind” is now available in the Kindle store. The book description reads as follows
“A collection of poems about nature, love, and life in general”.
To purchase “Lost In The Labyrinth Of My Mind”, or to read a free sample please visit Amazon UK, or Amazon USA.
If you read “Lost In The Labyrinth Of My Mind” I would appreciate it if you would please consider leaving a review.
Many thanks,
Kevin
How easy to loose the plot.
The fire burns hot
And the hand
Obeying not sense’s command
Touches the burning coal.
The soul
Pulls back
But oft we lack
The will
To climb the hill
To a cloudless place
Where the sun’s face
Banishes the dark
And tears of joy start
To fall.
We recall
The path of right
And struggle against the night.
The sky slowly darkens.
He harkens
To birds.
No words.
Only the sun sinking
And him thinking
On time
And the divine.
She left her makeup behind
For him to find.
A common mistake
For a girl to make.
How easy to forget
Yet …
I have been busy over the last few days pulling together my latest collection of poems, “Lost In The Labyrinth Of My Mind”. Poems about nature, mortality and the joys and pangs of love are interspersed with humorous poetry.
I hope to publish in mid January (hopefully sooner) and I am looking for readers willing to write an honest review of “Lost In The Labyrinth Of My Mind” in return for a free copy of my book. If you are interested in receiving a free copy in return for an honest review please contact me at newauthoronline (at) gmail dot com (the address is given in this way to defeat spammers).
Many thanks,
Kevin
Girl’s long scented hair
For a moment there.
Then she is gone
And I continue on.
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As a visually impaired guide dog owner, I frequently accept (and sometimes request) assistance from the public when crossing busy roads. The above was sparked by the young woman who assisted me in crossing the road earlier today.
On seeing the stormy sky
The poet thinks “man must die”.
He sees the young girl bloom
And says “she is destined for the tomb”.
Oh let us gather wild flowers
And not waste our powers
Trapped in ivory towers.
Beware the scholar’s domed head
For we are soon dead.
May our spirit fly
Ere we die
And are lost in endless sky.
Leaves blown at night.
Delight
Sorrow.
This moment we borrow
And think of a tomorrow
That may never come.
We run
Perchance have fun
Then, ‘Tis done.
—
Walking my dog at around 4:30 on a blustery December evening, I was conscious of the fallen leaves blowing around me. This gave rise to the above poem.
Kevin
Consequences hang heavy as scent.
To repent
Is bliss.
But oh, her kiss.
Those heels.
The way she kneels.
Venus has caught
All my thought
And brought
Me low
Where angels fear to go.
It will end in woe
For cupid’s arrows sharp
Penetrate the most unsuitable of hearts.
Happy Christmas to all my followers. I wish you all a peaceful festive season and much joy for the coming year.
The below poem was, needless to say written with my tongue firmly in my cheek and should not be taken seriously. I in no manner whatsoever condone animal cruelty.
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I shall sit upon a chocolate log
As I stuff my faithful dog.
I shall the turkey walk
As my thought
Revolves around
A question most profound
Where should I the stuffing put
As regards my loyal mut!
K Morris - Poet 