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Don’t Always Compare Your Work With Others

This made me smile.

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A heart surgeon took his car to his local garage for a monthly service to a poor mechanic.
“So tell me,” says the mechanic, “I’ve been wondering about what we both do for a living, and how much more you get paid than me…”
“Yes?” says the surgeon.
“Well look at this,” says the mechanic, as he worked on a big complicated Audi engine, “I check how it’s running, open it up, fix the valves, and put it all back together so it works good as new. We basically do...

The Dungeon (Liverpool local history)

An interesting piece on the history of the Dungeon, an area of Liverpool close to where my mum lives. I must confess that the name dungeon conjured up for me visions of dank prison cells, however the Dungeon was, in fact a major salt refinery and a place of considerable historical interest, http://www.roydenhistory.co.uk/mrlhp/local/salt/dungeon.htm.

A Few Humorous Poems for the Festive Season

A few humorous poems for you to enjoy over the festive season:
Christmas Dinner – https://newauthoronline.com/2015/12/24/christmas-dinner-humour-not-to-be-taken-seriously/
Shall I compare Thee? – https://newauthoronline.com/2015/12/12/shall-i-compare-thee/
Werner – https://newauthoronline.com/2016/04/12/werner/
Fleecem and Proper – https://newauthoronline.com/tag/fleecem-and-proper/

Good Tidings of Perfect Light

An Unexpected Muse

If there is one person responsible for the modern version of Christmas we celebrate today, that person is Charles Dickens and the story that converged many rituals into one and reinvented the holiday we know today is A Christmas Carol.

For a story concerned with giving to others in compassion, goodwill, and charity

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Melting Ice

Under the once solid ice sheet
We meet
A demon some persist
In maintaining does not exist.
Deep in his throat he rumbles,
And humanity stumbles
As yet another ice sheet crumbles.

Shortcut

I remember the cut-through,
People drew
Graffiti on the fence,
Perhaps deriving a sense
Of power from their obscene scrawls
On wooden walls.
The Sex Pistols featured there, and perhaps the name of some hapless girl
Was inscribed
In lust and pride.

How the years whirl
By.
Now I can not spy
The narrow place
Where I would trace
Nature’s face
In nettle and bramble
As I did scramble
Through the thicket of my mind.

Now I can not find
the old track
That leads back
To whence I came.
A barred gate
P...

Cadence

Wind chimes
Sound,
Their cadence more profound
Than these sad rhymes.

Happy Christmas

To all my followers and those of you who have liked and commented on my work, I wish you all a very happy and peaceful Christmas and a new year full of happiness.

Very best wishes, Kevin

I Laud The Mass

I laud the mass
For to do otherwise is considered crass.
One can not have the brass
Neck to deny
The truth that justice in the majority does lie.

Who am I
To raise
My voice in praise
Of the view
That the few
Sometimes best construe
What is just and true?

Fire

Give me an open fire.
My heart’s desire
Sees my dog,
Like some huge log
Lying there.

Into the blaze I stare
And watch the present and the past dance
And romance
Amidst the eternal flame.