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Conscience Uncontrolled Screams In Dreams

Conscience uncontrolled screams
In dreams.
In the lair
Of nightmare
The pretence of day
Is stripped away.

If you would discern
Me, then turn
And look behind
My smile to find
What lies within my heart.
But you do not possess the art
To traverse the curse of another’s dreams

There Was A Young Lady Named Flow

There was a young lady named Flow
Who’s morals where rather low.
We sat down together
In the scented heather
And the rest you shall not know …

The Game Of Fame

Far and near
Oft I hear
The echo chamber resound
With the sweet sound
Of those who play,
Day after day
The game
Of fame.

Sometimes I join in
With the happy din,
Or with a cynical grin
Stay away.
But o how tempting it is to play
The game
Of fame.

There Was A Young Journalist Named Lou

There was a young journalist named Lou
Who wrote a story that wasn’t true.
A lawyer called Moat
Composed a strong note
In which he threatened to sue!

Cryogenics

A recent article in “The Daily Mail, entitled “Humans Frozen by Cryogenics Could Be Revived Using Stem Cells” http://www.dailymail.co.uk/sciencetech/article-5462963/Humans-frozen-cryogenics-revived-using-stem-cells.html, reminded me of my poem, “Cryonics which is reproduced below:

“It is a will-o’-the-wisp, followed by the frightened or blind,
Who themselves bind
To the delusion, that the mist does not forever close
Over mouth and nose.

There are few posies for the departed,
Just an idea st...

There Was A Young Lady Named Bell

There was a young lady named Bell
Who quite spectacularly fell.
I was elsewhere at the time
Composing an intricate rhyme,
In a place called Dingley Dell.

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There was a young lady named Bell
Who quite spectacularly fell.
I was elsewhere at the time
Engrossed in rhyme
As I did her mother tell …

Kaddish for Karen Leys (1952-2018)

This is extremely moving

Darkness of His Dreams

Its so strange to think
That you’re not there
In that little house on Salem Avenue
Sitting on the couch
Quietly reading fantasy novels on your Kindle
While Dad watches NCIS,
As if you’d always been there
And always would,
While I sit here across the mountains
Hunched over a notebook
Writing til my hand cramps
Trying to make sense of it all.

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Kevin Morris reading his poem ‘Shall I sit out this dance?’

“Shall I Sit Out This Dance”? can be found in my collection of poetry, “My Old Clock I Wind”, which is available (in paperback and ebook) from Moyhill Publishing (moyhill.com/clock). It can also be found in the Amazon Kindle store and is available (in braille) from the Royal National Institute of Blind People.

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Poet Kevin Morris reading his poem ‘Shall I sit out this dance?’

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There Was A Young Lady Named Flair

There was a young lady named Flair
Who entered the wolf’s lair.
The wolf heaved a sigh
Then, with a tear in his eye
He devoured that young lady Flair …

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There was a young lady named Flair
Who entered the wolf’s lair.
The wolf being a bit of a lad
Said “I am really most glad
To have you here in my lair …

Poetry: Making Music With Words

https://www.writingforward.com/poetry-writing/poetry-making-music-with-words