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Self

He met an elf
Intent on self.
Taking her down
From the shelf
He did forsake the straight path
And with a bitter laugh
In self
Man and elf
Drowned.

There Was A Young Lady From Rangoon

There was a young lady from Rangoon
Who met a man by the light of the moon.
To her delight
She discovered that night
An extremely hairy baboon …!

Banned Books Throughout History

Kafka’s “The Trial” together with Orwell’s nineteen Eighty-Four” and “Animal Farm” spring immediately to mind.

Read & Survive

September 26October 2, 2016
Banned Books Week is an annual event celebrating the freedom to read. Typically held during the last week of September, it highlights the value of free and open access to information. Banned Books Week brings together the entire book community –librarians, booksellers, publishers, journalists, teachers, and readers of all types – in shared...

Sally’s Cafe and Bookstore – Book of the Week – Refractions by K. Morris

Many thanks to Sally for featuring my collection of poetry, “Refractions”. If anyone would like a free electronic copy of my book please email me by 12 pm on Tuesday 27 September at newauthoronline (at) gmail (dot) com. Kevin

Smorgasbord - Variety is the spice of life

Many of you are familiar with Kevin Morris and his blog and books and today I am featuring his latest release. Refractions is a book of verse and you can read an example of the poems by double clicking on the image of the book...

Slavery’s Stain

The crack of the whip
Does strip
The past bare.
Who would dare
To lift the curtain
For it is certain
To make the sensitive squirm.

Growing up in Liverpool I was told
A tale of how the city was built on slave owner’s gold.
Many there money gave
In the hope their soul to save
To schools and foundations
That dignify the nation.

What can one say
For it is a long way
Back and distance
Leads to resistance
To compensation
For the Caribbean and African nations.
An injustice vast
Stains our past
But...

Mr Apples

I am not a huge fan of the pop group Madness. However there recently released song, “Mr Apples” (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aWUisvmZRiw) caught my attention. The song deals with hypocrisy as does my poem “The Hypocrite”, (https://newauthoronline.com/2015/07/26/the-hypocrite/). Madness’s song does, I think make the point with humour and (possibly) a touch of compassion for Mr Apples.

Will Autumn Come as it Should?

Will Autumn come as it should
With strong winds to shake the wood?
Thus far I have found
Only a few conkers on the ground.
Most, being small
I let lie where they did fall,
But three with me now
Are sitting, far removed from mighty bough.
I wonder, will they be discovered when I am gone?
What a strange question to ponder on!

I have seen no acorns yet,
The oak’s fruit that stirs regret.
Memories of a time long since past
When I would wonder the forest vast
With my grandfather kind
Seeking acor...

Loss

When you leave your shoes
You lose
Them for a while,
Yet there can be no denial
They will be found on the floor
Outside the front door, and you will smile,
Put them on
And be gone.

When you lose your jeans
There will be scenes,
But they will be discovered
On the ground where they lie.
I sigh
And idly speculate
Whether you learned to late
That some things can not be recovered.

Ocean

An Unexpected Muse

And at the end of the day
The vast array of stars in the night sky
Give sight to the moon holding secret
The meeting of an endless ocean to an endless horizon.
It is here that one can embrace the vastness of the universe
And it is here I shall stay.

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The Sprite’s Tune

The nymph of tomorrow
Portends sorrow,
While the sprite of today
Sounds a doleful lay
On her violin
Of sin.

Round the budding rose
The satyr goes,
Listening to music sad
That will drive him mad.

the sprites continue to play.
There music divine
Does say
“Drink of my wine
Forbidden
And in caverns hidden
We will spend our day”.

The satyr doth long
For wine more strong
Than any taken
Before.
He tastes, and is left forsaken
And forever craving more.