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Kevin

Catherine Wheel

Sometimes I feel
Like a Catherine wheel,
My words as sparks,
Lighting the dark.
But who in December
remembers
The fifth of November?

—

In the United Kingdom, Bonfire or Guy Fawkes Night takes place on 5 November. The above was written on 9 December 2015.

December?

It is to warm for December.
I remember
other years
When tears
Would freeze
And an icey breze
froze
the stinging nose.
No need for winter clothes.
The weather grows
Strange.
Something is deranged.
All, all is changed.

Under

Someone went under a train today.
We commuters continued on our way.
There is nothing one can say.
Another person went under a train today.

—

As I walked through Embankment tube station this morning, the announcer apologised for the slight delays caused by a person having gone under a train. This is, sadly a regular occurance in London. One thinks briefly of the poor individual (and their family and friends) then, as one must, continue on one’s way. Most such instances are suicides (or atte...

Virtual

Desires
Carried by wires.
She burns
And turns
To one
who enters in.
Will cables that coil
Contain passions that boil?
Will dials
defile
Smials
As man plays
Out his days?
Will the machine control
The soul?

Fragile

Sadness
And madness
Bares fruit
On the London commute.
“White people think we live in trees.
Please
Tell
How I ring the bell”.
She is unwell
Her mind full of some song
Of real or imagined wrong.
“Stolen from Africa” she says.
Soon we will go our separate ways.
Her days
Full of god knows what.
The train stops
And she gets off.
Has there been racism in this lady’s life?
Or is it some other strife
That made her rant and shout
As we travellers went about
Our daily commute.
I can not get to the ro...

My Clock

I have written several poems about time, all of which, to the best of my recollection, feature my clock.

Below are several photographs of the clock, which sits in pride of place on my bookcase.

Also below, are links to two of my poems in which the clock features.

‘To A Clock in Need of Repair’:

http://newauthoronline.com/2015/09/20/to-a-clock-in-need-of-repair/

‘Time’:

http://newauthoronline.com/2015/10/21/time/

‘Lightning’.

Me, (K Morris) reading my poem ‘Lightning’.

‘Leaf’.

Me (K Morris) reading my poem ‘Leaf’.

The World

We duck and dive
trying to survive
let alone thrive
in this world of plastic
where truth is elastic
and love can be bought and sold
for cold hard gold.
Attachment is a fad
and we are oft times glad
when lovers go
for intimacy brings woe.
We hide in our bubble
with no one to cuddle
save for the pillow at night.
There is no delight
or perhaps somewhere
there are those who care.