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Guest Writer Spot

My thanks to Esther Chilton for kindly hosting me on her blog.

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It’s my pleasure to welcome Kevin Morris to my blog. He’s my Guest Writer this week.

Here is a little bit about him, in his own words:

‘I was born in Liverpool (UK) on 6 January 1969. I lost the majority of my eyesight at 18-months-old due to a blood clot. I am a braille user and have happy memories of leafing through “The Oxford Book of English Verse” and other poetry collections in the school library. (I atten...

Claws

He implores
Nails long as claws
And roars.

A tweak
With those nails
Never fails
To make him weak.

Barely able to speak
He implores
Her claws
Again.
Pleasure and pain.
Soon will come the rain.

I Challenge You To…

I particularly enjoyed Martin Strike’s prose piece on the subject of love and Keith Channing’s limerick on the same topic.

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This week’s challenge is to write a story, limerick or poem on the subject of:

The Sea

Last week’s challenge was to write about love. You sent in some great pieces. Here are a few:

EDC Writing sent in a powerful poem:

There is a sky
No need to see
There is a day
No need to break
There is a love
No need to dream
There is a you
No need for tears.

Here is Kevin‘s...

There Was A Young Lady Called Nell

There was a young lady called Nell
Who claimed she knew me well.
But I was spending my leisure
At Her Majesty’s pleasure
As the prison governor will tell …

Has Time Been Called For The Traditional Clock?

I have long been a lover of the traditional and, in particular the chiming clock. My love of clocks can be seen in a number of my poems, including “My Old Clock I Wind”, which can be found in “My Old Clock I Wind and Other Poems”. One derives a real sense of seconds passing (never to return) when listening to the ponderous tick tock of a traditional pendulum clock such as a Grandfather or Grandmother clock. As I put it in my poem “Time”, “the sickle chops and the heart will, one day, stop”.

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Sinister Dexter by Lucy Brazier is available, as a free download in the Kindle store

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First Lady Of The Keys is where we first enter Old College and it is certainly not for the faint hearted…

‘Porters are not the carriers of bags, they are the keepers of keys’

As one of the most ancient and esteemed establishments of the academic elite, Old College is in for something of a shock when it appoints its v...

There Was A Young Lady Called Kate

There was a young lady called Kate
Who invited me out on a date.
Her naughty friend Ming
Tied us all up with string,
Which was fun but I got home late …

There Was A Young Lady Called Ming

There was a young lady called Ming
Who loved to dance and sing.
She sang for her friend Mack
Which caused the china to crack,
That tuneful young lady called Ming …

There Was A Man Called Coaker

There was a middle-aged man called Coaker
Who owned a fearsome old poker.
When I dated his daughter
He threatened to slaughter
Me with that fearsome old poker!

There was an elderly man called Coaker
Who owned a fearsome old poker.
When I expressed my desire
To wed his daughter Moriah
He whacked me with that poker!

There was a young man called Coaker
Who was a bit of a joker.
We argued one day
And just in play
He whacked me with his poker!

There Was A Young Man Called Mark

There was a young man called Mark
Who fashioned a girl out of bark.
She was 10 feet tall
And he being small,
Their future was somewhat stark.

There was a young man called Mark
Who fashioned a girl out of bark.
She was the love of his life
So he took her to wife
That fortunate young man called Mark.

There was a young man called Mark
Who fashioned a girl out of bark.
Her skin it was rough
And the dating scene being tough
He married that lady of bark.