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March 30, 2016
An Owl Hunting
You visit in the early morn.
Your note chill
Sends a thrill
Through man and mouse.
The house
Is quiet.
Only your cry forlorn
Does warn.
Disquiet
Carrying from the Lawns.
A mere bird
Yet your voice heard
Down the long years
Inspires fears
And seers
Grey
Fortell a dismal day.
—
The Lawns is an historic park situated close to my home in Upper Norwood, (http://www.londongardensonline.org.uk/gardens-online-record.asp?ID=CRO040).-
March 29, 2016
The problem of book theft …
I have found the ebook of my collection of poetry, “Lost in the Labyrinth of My Mind” available via sites with no connection to me. I have no idea whether these sites are click farms (I suspect they are) or whether my book is, in fact being offered (in an unauthorised manner) free. Kevin
Books: Publishing, Reading, Writing
Close to two years ago, I discovered that my eBooks, both of them, were being listed for sale on a site about which I’d never heard before. They were not under contract to...
A Perfect Pare
A perfect pare.
So ripe and fair.
To have you there
A perfect pair.
No one to stare
Where
The perfect pare hangs
Within easy reach of hands
That desire
To quench a fire.
The love of fruit
Is At the root
Of the fall from grace.
A place
Called Paradise, where Eve ate the apple.
The sunlight no longer dapples
Eden’s Lawns
where innocent fawns
Where wont to Play.
Or so the moralists say.
All this will pass away
But I have fruit today …
March 28, 2016
Writing on Page
Writing on page,
page wet with tears,
tears calling for you,
you waiting for others.
Zine/submissions
I am currently putting together a really lil summer-themed zine. It’ll be printed pretty cheaply (black and white, sold at cost) versus my other book Cactus.It’ll be centred on summer and winter probably, but will hopefully be relatively cheerful. I plan to fill it with lil illustrations, too. If you want to submit anything at all (drawings, poems) that you think might work let me know, but otherwise watch this space. I hope to have it finished in time for summer xo
If yo...
The Moralist and the Flower
A moralist gazed upon a flower soft
And with delicacy coughed.
“’Tis most unseemly” said he
“To see
The bee
Make free
With thee.
Thou has forsook
The holy book.
Think on hell
And mark it well
Lest in torment you dwell”.
The flower spake
“Oh moralist forsake
This obsession
With the repression
Of girl and lad.
Wouldst thou have the whole world sad?
Can not you be glad
At the joy
Of maid and boy?
The moralist shook his grey head
And said
“Thou should dread hell’s fire
For desire
Is sin.
Satan...
March 27, 2016
An interruption
As many of you will know, I gave my first reading at Poetry Unplugged (hosted by the Poetry Café), on Tuesday 22 March. All of the audience where respectful of their fellow attendees, with the exception of one who caused a disturbance. The below poem is about that reprehensible individual!
—
It is late.
I stand up to read
And hear the rattle of a plate!
Who could be so rude
As to intrude
In to my first reading?!
‘Tis one of the audience who are feeding!
You my four legged friend
Can not pr...
Happy Easter!
I would like to wish all my readers and followers a very happy Easter. The sun is shining here in Upper Norwood, with something of a nip in the air, which is the kind of weather I love.
Kevin
March 26, 2016
The jaded Pleasure Seeker
Feet that dance
Awhile,
Perchance
Provide surcease
A kind of peace.
But romance Is not my style.
The painted smile
May for a time beguile.
A fleeting kiss.
A kind of bliss
But romance is not my style.
Lovers may dally
In verdant valley
While
I love’s cost tally.
But romance is not my style.
Would that I could resile
The made up face
The silk
And lace.
But romance is not my style.
The 10 Worst Story Openings
An interesting article on “The 10 Worst Story Openings”, (http://lauralee1.blogspot.co.uk/2013/09/10-ways-not-to-open-story.html). While I agree with some of the points made in this piece, getting hung up on how one should (or should not) begin a story can lead to a loss of spontaneity, with the writer worrying about the perfect (if such a thing exists) beginning rather than simply writing the best story they are capable of. Again what one reader perceives as being clichéd may well be regarde...
