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December 9, 2017

These Trees

These trees
Ask nothing of me.
The rain
Does not disdain
Me, so why do I
With wood nymphs dally
And tally
The cost of dry
Flowers?

So many hours
Spent
Incomplete,
Watering things replete
With artificial scent


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Published on December 09, 2017 04:46

December 8, 2017

The Poet And The Prostitute

You
Didn’t know what to do
But did it with such panache
For cash.

O my sweet
Girls must eat
While poets spend their time
In rhyme.

The above was prompted by my reading of Ernest Christopher Dowson’s “Cynara”, http://www.bartleby.com/336/687.html. Dowson belonged to the school of decadent poets and in “Cynara” he contrasts his unrequited love for a young woman with his (present) relationship with a prostitute. “Cynara” is a fine poem and Dowson deserves to be better known than he is.


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Published on December 08, 2017 09:33

I Met A Mermaid

I met a mermaid
Who said “be
Not staid,
But come play with me
In yonder raging sea.

We will go
With the flow.
Do not say
No,
For you may have your way
With me
In yonder raging sea”.

So
I went with the flow
And both mermaid and me
Made free,
And drowned in that sea.


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Published on December 08, 2017 04:49

December 7, 2017

Your Chance To Win A Free Audio Download of “My Old Clock I Wind And Other Poems” By K Morris

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To celebrate the recent release of my collection of poetry, “My Old Clock I Wind”, as an audio download, from Audible, I am offering 2 free copies to audible.com listeners. (I will be running a similar offer for audible.co.uk listeners later this month).

The first 2 people to email me at newauthoronline (at) gmail dot com, will receive a promotion code enabling them to download “My Old Clock I Wind” FREE from audible.com. (Please note, as previously stated, the code will only work on audible...

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Published on December 07, 2017 08:56

There Was A Young Man Named Matt

There was a young man named Matt
Who swallowed a very large cat.
He thought it was hake,
Which was a mistake.
I really don’t understand that!


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Published on December 07, 2017 04:28

December 6, 2017

The Best Villanelles in English Poetry

I would add to Interesting Literature’s list of villanelles Dowson’s “Villanelle of The Poet’s Road”, I would add to this list, Ernest Dowson’s “Villanelle of the Poet’s Road”, https://russellboyle.wordpress.com/2013/02/28/villanelle-of-the-poets-road-by-ernest-dowson/

Interesting Literature

The best villanelles everyone should read

As its name suggests, the villanelle is a French verse form, yet English has become its natural home. The villanelle is the greatest immigrant verse form. This in...

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Published on December 06, 2017 11:57

“My Old Clock I Wind and Other Poems” is now available, as an audio download, from Audible

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I am pleased to announce that my collection of poetry, “My Old Clock I Wind and Other Poems” is now available, as an audio download from audible.co.uk and audible.com.

“My Old Clock I Wind” derives its title from the clock which sits, in pride of place, on the bookcase in my living room. The title poem reads as follows:

“My old clock I wind
And much philosophy therein find.
I can bring
The pendulum’s swing
To a stop with my hand;
Yet I can not command
Time to default
On his duty and halt
The...

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Published on December 06, 2017 03:50

December 5, 2017

A Young Private Named Maude

A young private named Maude
Slipped and fell on his sword.
His corporal, named Ted
Said “you should be dead.
But that sword is made of cardboard!”


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Published on December 05, 2017 22:48

Wardrobe

In my wardrobe hang clothes
But heaven knows
There are skeletons too.
What about you
My friend,
Will you pretend
That your wardrobe is bare
Of skeletons, and only clothes hang there?


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Published on December 05, 2017 22:38

December 4, 2017

A Man Is Many Things

A man is many things
To family, colleagues and friends.
Different he may be
In his relations with each, but he
Comprehends
The ends
He pursues.

Or perchance he does choose
To deny
What he is, even to himself
And will die
With a smile
Of denial
Upon his face
Expecting grace …


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Published on December 04, 2017 22:50