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An Invitation from Kevin Morris…

My Old Clock

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Poet and author Kevin Morris invites you to join him for the launch of
his latest poetry collection My Old Clock I Wind and other poems on
Wednesday 5th July at 6.30pm at the Railway Bell, 14 Cawnpore Street, Norwood, London SE19 1PF

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Further details about the venue can be found HERE

The title poem of the book.

My Old Clock I Wind

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
O...

Stay in a Cornish writers’ retreat – full bursary available for low waged writers

BRIDGET WHELAN writer

Brisons Veor wants applications from writers for two fully-bursaried places for a week’s residency in 2018 at their centre in west Cornwall. The bursaries (worth £275 each) are open to writers who are low-waged and working towards a collection of poetry or short stories, a novel or a play. You have to send a sample of your writing with your application: either one chapter of a novel, three poems, a short play or one act of a play, OR a short story. Applicants’ project...

Were we always to say what we mean

Were we always to say what we mean,
Then the well oiled machine
Would falter
And things would alter,
For a single lapse
May lead to a collapse
Revealing the hard
Behind the façade.

Many a writer does hide
Inside
His art.
His secrets oft go to the grave,
Though the brave
Cry over art.

It is too hot

It is too hot.
Girls and boys
Sweat,
But have not
The energy for fleeting joys,
Let alone regret

Great Get Together Goes Global #MoreInCommon

beyondtheflow

Lately, I’ve been feeling quite overwhelmed by the latest terror attacks in the UK, which as we all know too well, are simply the latest chapters in a much longer story. Despite believing in the power of the pen to overcome the sword and in the power of the individual to change the world, or at least influence the world around them, I am starting to doubt. These attacks are so random and unpredictable and the victims ordinary people…it’s all becoming quite impossible to fathom....

Grenfell

I have just been reading of the Royals visit to Grenfell tower,
and the welcome they did receive.
I see the power
Of a non-political head of state, to represent the unity
Of the community
And grieve
That you do not perceive
The Monarchy as I do
But construe
Them as hangers-on
Who’s time is long gone.

Every week
I hear you speak
The same old guff.
I have had enough
But politeness makes me hold my tongue
For a word carelessly flung
Can cause lasting distress and bile
To often provokes a vile
R...

Sow’s Ear

Often I hear
That one can take
A sow’s ear
And a silk purse make.
This appears to be the common view
So, perforce it must be true …!

Two Lonely Rivers Met

Two lonely rivers met
And being single
Did their waters mingle.
They are lonely yet

Women, and rhyme, and wine

I have known you for a long time:
Women,, and wine, and rhyme.

The prospect is most fine:
With women, and rhyme, and wine.

The hill does gently decline:
With women,, and rhyme, and wine.

Yet the world is surely divine:
With women, and rhyme, and wine.

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Note: I was influenced, I believe, when composing the above poem, by Ernest Christopher Dowson’s “The Poet’s Road” which runs thus:

“Wine and woman and song,

Three things garnish our way:

Yet is day over long.

Lest we do our youth wrong,...

Fly

To live and die
As a fly,
Knowing only this wood, this sky.
Yet here am I