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Your Chance To Win A Free Audio Download of “My Old Clock I Wind And Other Poems” By K Morris

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To celebrate the recent release of my collection of poetry, “My Old Clock I Wind”, as an audio download, from Audible, I am offering 2 free copies to audible.com listeners. (I will be running a similar offer for audible.co.uk listeners later this month).

The first 2 people to email me at newauthoronline (at) gmail dot com, will receive a promotion code enabling them to download “My Old Clock I Wind” FREE from audible.com. (Please note, as previously stated, the code will only work on audible...

There Was A Young Man Named Matt

There was a young man named Matt
Who swallowed a very large cat.
He thought it was hake,
Which was a mistake.
I really don’t understand that!

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The Best Villanelles in English Poetry

I would add to Interesting Literature’s list of villanelles Dowson’s “Villanelle of The Poet’s Road”, I would add to this list, Ernest Dowson’s “Villanelle of the Poet’s Road”, https://russellboyle.wordpress.com/2013/02/28/villanelle-of-the-poets-road-by-ernest-dowson/

Interesting Literature

The best villanelles everyone should read

As its name suggests, the villanelle is a French verse form, yet English has become its natural home. The villanelle is the greatest immigrant verse form. This in...

“My Old Clock I Wind and Other Poems” is now available, as an audio download, from Audible

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I am pleased to announce that my collection of poetry, “My Old Clock I Wind and Other Poems” is now available, as an audio download from audible.co.uk and audible.com.

“My Old Clock I Wind” derives its title from the clock which sits, in pride of place, on the bookcase in my living room. The title poem reads as follows:

“My old clock I wind
And much philosophy therein find.
I can bring
The pendulum’s swing
To a stop with my hand;
Yet I can not command
Time to default
On his duty and halt
The...

A Young Private Named Maude

A young private named Maude
Slipped and fell on his sword.
His corporal, named Ted
Said “you should be dead.
But that sword is made of cardboard!”

Wardrobe

In my wardrobe hang clothes
But heaven knows
There are skeletons too.
What about you
My friend,
Will you pretend
That your wardrobe is bare
Of skeletons, and only clothes hang there?

A Man Is Many Things

A man is many things
To family, colleagues and friends.
Different he may be
In his relations with each, but he
Comprehends
The ends
He pursues.

Or perchance he does choose
To deny
What he is, even to himself
And will die
With a smile
Of denial
Upon his face
Expecting grace …

Do Those Who Drink Of Lethe

Do those who drink of Lethe
Find surcease
From pain?
Or do they wrack their brain
In a vain
Attempt to regain
What is forever, lost?

O to be free of regret
And forever forget
A life ill spent.
But what cost
To drink
Of Lethe and no more think,
But merely to do
As like some automaton
We wander through
Hades
Where memory fades
And days are as one.

The departed are gone
But know it not, or perhaps they do
As tears may break through
When half remembered years
Enter the head
Of the living dead.

Al...

There Once Was A King Named Canute

There once was a king named Canute
Who continued to play the flute
As the sea it rose
And covered his nose,
That foolish old king named Canute!

There Was A Young Man Named Neil

There was a young man named Neil
Who said “I know how you feel”.
I said “you don’t know me
So how can that be?
You Presumptuous young man named Neil!”