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January 4, 2016
13 Things a Writer Might Say During a Late Night Writing Session #writers #blogbattle
I would add, “I will go to bed in a minute, honestly!”. Then, half an hour later, “I will go to bed in a minute, honestly!”.
January 3, 2016
The Girl And The Oak
A girl passing through the wood
For a moment stood
Under an ancient oak.
The tree spoke.
“I have seen kingdoms rise and fall
And my branches have decked many a bridal hall.
But kings and lovers are all now dead”.
She heard not the words said
For earplugs fed
Pop music into her head.
Taking a knife she carved, “Lucy loves Tom”
Then, without a backward glance, she was gone.
Request For Readers To Write An Honest Review Of “Lost In The Labyrinth Of My Mind” In Return For A Free Copy Of My Book
I have been busy over the last few days pulling together my latest collection of poems, “Lost In The Labyrinth Of My Mind”. Poems about nature, mortality and the joys and pangs of love are interspersed with humorous poetry.
I hope to publish in mid January (hopefully sooner) and I am looking for readers willing to write an honest review of “Lost In The Labyrinth Of My Mind” in return for a free copy of my book. If you are interested in receiving a free copy in return for an honest review plea...
January 1, 2016
Thoughts Of Norwood Past
It is a quiet new year’s day
A weak sun shows his face
Then hides away.
I awoke to pigeons cooing
Thoughts of a bygone age
And country folk a-wooing.
The pigeons are silent now
No more do sheep or cow
Pass.
No country lass
Gazing in the glass
Will say
“’Tis new year’s day.
I must away
To milk.
No dress of silk
For such as I.
Only the vaulted sky
And my love
For one who is nigh”.
(http://www.british-history.ac.uk/survey-london/vol26/pp167-173).
December 31, 2015
New Year’s Eve
Cold hands.
Man stands
Gazing into the abyss
Of bliss.
The rain drums.
2016 comes
Ever near.
The new year.
Think?
Lost in drink.
The link
Is broken
The door no longer open
To admit the old.
The young and bold
Hold
The future, or so they say
And the old year ebbs away.
To The Young Lady Who Assisted Me Across The Road
Girl’s long scented hair
For a moment there.
Then she is gone
And I continue on.
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As a visually impaired guide dog owner, I frequently accept (and sometimes request) assistance from the public when crossing busy roads. The above was sparked by the young woman who assisted me in crossing the road earlier today.
Happy New Year
I would like to wish all my readers a very happy new year. Wherever you are in the world, may you find contentment in 2016.
Very best wishes
Kevin
December 29, 2015
A Short Analysis of Thomas Hardy’s ‘The Darkling Thrush’
A wonderful poem and one of my all time favourites. Kevin
A brief summary and analysis of a classic Thomas Hardy poem
Thomas Hardy’s novels often overshadow his poetry, although a handful of poems from his vast poetic output remain popular in verse anthologies. One such case is ‘The Darkling Thrush’, which was first published on 29 December 1900. Poised on the cusp of a new year (and even, depending on your view of the matter, a new century), Hardy reflects in this poem...
#Read ‘THE RIVER’ – FREE from 29th to 31st December…
Chris The Story Reading Ape's Blog
In rural Missouri, Crawford County has had more than its share of wildlife problems. Not even a year earlier the woods were home to a vicious killer brought back from extinction.
In the novel, The Wolf’s Moon, Mark Lansdowne and his pal, Warren Skruggs, sent them back…but at a cost. Now something is haunting the rivers in Crawford County.
The Missouri State Water Patrol must solve the deaths of several residents who died in The River but can they stop this...
