K. Morris's Blog, page 723
September 24, 2015
Autumn Breeze
An autumn breeze
Russles ancient trees.
Scented leaves whirl
Fragrant as the girl
Who’s hair flows
As the wind blows.
bare arms reaching for the sky
Desirous to fly
With the birds
Who’s song is on this evening heard.
September 23, 2015
Why Authors Shouldn’t Write Four Books a Year
Originally posted on readers+writers journal:
Book Marketing for Self-Published Authors – Qualityor Quantity?
By Lorraine Devon Wilkevia The Huffington Post
Lorraine Devon Wilke, who is an experienced author of three novels, emphasizes the importance of bucking the trend of churning out book after book at breakneck speed. Instead, she exhorts self-published authors to think about quality, rather than quantity.
No matter what experts tell you, no matter what trends, conventional wisdom, so...
We Should Stand With Our Fellow Bloggers Who Are Being Threatened With Death
The Guardian reports that a militant group has published a “hitlist” of activists and bloggers. The extremist organisation has said that the named individuals (some of whom are UK citizens) should be killed due to their criticism of Islam. We should all as bloggers and believers in freedom condemn outright this barbarous threat. A number of individuals have already died simply for daring to express views which these fanatics regard as heretical.
It is easy to believe that such threats have li...
Ploughing
I shall plough my furrow
watching others burrow.
I shall sit with unclouded brow
Observing my fellow man worry about when and how.
I shall stand aloof
While others concern themselves with the truth.
The sun shines.
My lines
run on.
The time is long since gone
For expressing anything other than amusement
Or bemusement.
Who will smile in the end
When the axe descends?
September 21, 2015
When Are Free eBooks Not Free?
Originally posted on Have We Had Help?:
When KDP won’t let you. Well they will, but only during a single five day period for each ninety day KDP Select Enrolement period
http://www.derekhaines.ch/justpublishing/i-dont-know-why/comment-page-1/#comment-1804
The Housemaid And The Squire (Humour)
The squire’s desire,
Sets the housemaid on fire.
Her father,
Gets in a lather.
While the carpenter Able,
Builds a cradle.
Oh young ladies, beware the dangers of waiting at table!
September 20, 2015
To A Clock In Need Of Repair
The pendulum has become detached,
The mechanism moves to fast.
Hands race around the face,
Time is out of place.
My antique clock’s eratic chime,
All is not fine.
The wooden case gleams,
But something has gone awry with the machine.
September 19, 2015
Country Places
Books in oak cases,
Country places.
Grandfather clocks tick,
The squire leans upon his stick.
A gun dog through the bracken scrambles,
After him the squire ambles.
—
Neon advertising signs,
Clubbers drunk on wine.
Half dressed girls sway on unsteady feet,
Trying to keep to the beat.
Fruit machines flash,
After knife wielding thugs the police dash.
—
In his study the squire sits,
from a glass of fine brandy he sips.
The dog his hand licks,
Elsewhere society falls to bits.
Holly
There was a young lady called Holly,
Who’s personality was rather more prickly than jolly.
She followed a handsome man’s shopping trolley,
Which led her into folly!
Cuts
Communications from those who sit on high.
Unease on winged feet does fly.
People keep their heads down,
Union reps frown.
The man nearing retirement thinks of his garden,
The poor performer hopes for a pardon.
There is money on the table,
For those who are able,
Or willing to take the redundancy shilling.
The girl in HR gazes at the darkening sky,
And heaves a sigh,
For her own job she must apply.
“There can be no reprieve,
Savings we need”!
Management consultants say,
As they take their pay...
