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A CD of me reading my poetry will soon be available

I am pleased to announce that a CD featuring me reading 13 of my poems will soon be available. The poems are as follows:
1. Fire.
2. My Old Clock I Wind.
3. Leaf.
4. Leaves Blown At Night.
5. Lost.
6. Ethereal.
7. Waltz.
8. The Poet and the Workman.
9. There Was A Young Man Called Rory.
10. There Was A Young Lady Called Flair.
11. There Was A Young Lady Called Anna.
12. When.
13. Dalliance.

My thanks to Peter Brazier of Vertical Rooms for his assistance in producing the CD.

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There Was A Young Man From Eeling

There was a young man from Eeling
Who liked to dance on the ceiling.
His neighbour said,
“Your visits I dread
As you always dance on my ceiling!”.

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There was a young man from Eeling
Who liked to dance on the ceiling.
The girl nextdoor
Said “I implore
You to come and dance on my ceiling!”.

Raining

Many thanks to Pax Et Dolor Magazine for publishing my poem “Raining”. Kevin

Pax Et Dolor Magazine

By:- Kevin Morris

I awoke to the rain
drumming on my window pane.
Opening my lattice I let it in
the purifying water that washes away sin.

The hypnotic sound
of rain falling all around.
All my life I have listened to the rain.
The same drumming
of water coming
from the sky
falling on you and I.
The rain has no end
But you and I my friend
may listen for a while
smile
then pass on by.

Note: The c...

There Was A Young Lady Called Mia

There was a young lady called Mia
Who was obsessed with the blogosphere.
Her partner Ned
In sorrow said,
“I shall be leaving, Mia!”

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There was a young lady called Mia
Who was obsessed with the blogosphere.
Her partner Ned
Asked “are you coming to bed?”
She answered “my followers need me dear!”

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There was a young lady called Mia
Who was obsessed with the blogosphere.
Her boyfriend Mark
Said “the truth is stark.
I feel that I am not here!”

—

There was a young lady called Mia
Who was obs...

There Was A Young Writer Called Barett

There was a young writer called Barett
Who had nought to eat but a carrot.
He said, to himself,
“I have little wealth
While my agent she drinks only claret!”

Book Review: “The Ocean’s Lullaby” By Victoria Zigler

This review is of “The Ocean’s Lullaby” by Victoria Zigler.
Disclaimer : I received a free copy of this book in return for an honest review.

The Ocean’s Lullaby does, as the title suggests have a strong ocean theme. The poems in this collection range from the humorous to verses which bring a tear to the eye. Many of the poems are suitable for children, while others will be more readily appreciated by an adult audience.
One of the poems which particularly charmed me is “If I was A Mermaid” wh...

There Was A Young Man Called Hogg

There was a young man called Hogg
Who kept a very large dog.
When people asked “does it bite?”
He replied “he might,
But not if your name it is Hogg!”

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There was a young man called Hogg
Who kept a very large dog.
They went out in the pitch black
And never came back.
I surmise they got lost in a bog.

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There was a young man called Hogg
Who kept a very large dog.
They went out one night
And got quite a fright
From the crocodile disguised as a log …!

What is Poetry?

An interesting question. Where does poetry become poetic prose, and at what point is it simple prose rather than poetry or poetic prose? I dont have a hard and fast answer to this question. Much of my own poetry rhymes. However I dont believe poetry has to rhyme to be construed as such. Kevin

Inside the Mind of Davy D

Sitting at a barbeque, at the weekend, a guest turned to me and said “I hear you’re a poet.”

A conversation ensued which led to me showing her the Inside the Mind of Davy D blo...

Fire

Many thanks to Pax Et Dolor Magazine for publishing my poem “Fire”. Kevin

Pax Et Dolor Magazine

By:- Kevin Morris

I have felt the fire’s power

It kindles brightly and sinks within the hour.

I have watched the embers dying fast

Looked into the future and gazed into the past

I have raked the ashes cold

Felt the bleakness in my soul

Previously published innewauthoronline

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Night Duty; Guest post by Kevin Morris

Many thanks to Roberta for publishing my poem, “Night Duty” as a guest post on her website. Kevin

Roberta Pimentel

The click clack of stilettos.

Girls from ghettos

Feet are lost

In carpets they could never afford,

While a discreet board

Shows the cost

Of most things.

The lift bell pings.

What goes up must go down.

The receptionist, eyes lost in her book

Gives a slight frown.

Why bother to look?

For of course

A nod is as good as a wink

To a blind horse.

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