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He Will Go His Way

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.

My First Poetry Reading

I am excited to announce that my employer has kindly agreed to host a poetry reading by yours truly together with a fellow poet and colleague, Toby Wheeler.

Toby Wheeler

Toby Wheeler

The event will take place on 10 February and will be open to all employees of the organisation for which I work. This will be the first time I have given a poetry reading. While I am delighted to have this opportunity, I must confess to feeling somewhat nervous at the prospect.
Please do check out a selection of Toby’s work here (http://www.writeoutloud.net/profiles/tobyw). You can find examples of my poetry on this site (http://newauthoronline.com/).
Kevin

The Flower Seller

She stood for hours
Selling her flowers
By Grim towers.
Their scent
Was long since spent.
Their bloom
Was gone to soon.
But still some bought.
Sometimes she thought
Of the bee that does take
And then forsake
The budding rose
Then goes
On to devour
Another flower.
Hour after hour
She saw the power
Of beautiful flowers.
The bees their sweet nectar took
And she was struck
By how the rose does decay
And the bee will have his way.

A 5 Star Review Of My Book “Lost In The Labyrinth Of My Mind”

I was delighted to receive the following review in respect of my recently published collection of poems, “Lost In The Labyrinth Of My Mind”,
“This is the third collection of poems I’ve read by this author. No matter how hard you try not to, you always come to expect a certain something from an
author you’ve read a couple of books by. This was the case with me when I agreed to read and review this book. And, you know what? I was not in the least
disappointed. The poems in this book are often thought provoking, and always a pleasure to read. The poems “Early Morning Walk” and “Hey Diddle Diddle
For Modern Times” were my favourites, with “Labyrinth” and “I Am” also being ones I thought were really great poems. I also thought “The Girl And The Oak”
and “The Path Through The Woods” were excellent. In short, there were a lot of wonderful poems in this collection, and I struggled to pick a favourite.

*Note: I was given a free copy of this book in exchange for an honest review. This fact has in no way influenced my opinion of the poems in this book,
nor the contents of this review”.
For the above review please visit http://www.amazon.co.uk/review/RQ896A2R092YI/ref=cm_cr_rdp_perm?ie=UTF8&ASIN=B01AF5EPVY. To purchase or read a free sample of “Lost In The Labyrinth Of My Mind please go to http://www.amazon.co.uk/Lost-labyrinth-my-mind-Morris-ebook/dp/B01AF5EPVY/ref=cm_rdp_product.

Thank you to the reviewer for taking the time to read and review my book.

Kindle For PC

LitLoMM

On 11 January I announced the publication of my collection of poetry, “Lost In The Labyrinth Of My Mind” (https://newauthoronline.com/2016/01/11/lost-in-the-labyrinth-of-my-mind-by-k-morris-is-now-available-in-the-kindle-store/).

Following that announcement I was contacted by a potential reader who said they had no Kindle or tablet and went on to ask whether they could still read my book. I was pleased to email back and advise that Kindle titles can also be read using Kindle for PC

kindle for laptop

(http://www.amazon.co.uk/gp/help/customer/display.html?nodeId=201245960).

Having responded to the query, it struck me that there may be other potential readers of Kindle titles out there who are unsure as to whether (as non owners of the device) they can read Kindle titles, hence this post.
If you would like to read “Lost In The Labyrinth Of My Mind” for £0.99 please visit HERE.

Kevin

London

Lost in the crowd.
London’s voice loud.
The traffic screeches.
A man preachs.
His voice reachs
The birds.
Words.
A mobile phone.
People alone
Walk
And talk.
Something is bought.
A train is caught.
Newspapers russle.
A homeless man bussles
Along.
The same sad song
“I have no pay
And nowhere to stay.
Spare some change to help me today”.
People look away.
As just another day
Slowly trundles away.