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September 28, 2016
Batavia: The Historic Dutch Ship And its Blood-Curdling History
Moored at Bataviawerf, in Lelystad, in the Netherlands, is an authentic replica of a 17th-century ship named Batavia that once belonged to the Dutch East India Company. The replica was created by master-shipbuilder Willem Vos, who carries an extraordinary mission
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Derth
Deep in the soul
Where CCTV
Can not penetrate,
A devil does wait
And whispers, “my goal
Is to make you free.
Come with me
Where the light is no more
And see what pleasures are in store
For those who would ignore
Society’s law.
Empty the brain
And do not restrain
Your carnal needs.
Only the herd feeds
On the myth of The Fall.
Pleasure is all,
Come with me
And be free”.
One may look up to heaven above
And call upon God’s love.
But what if we are alone
In our temple of skin and bone,
With only...
September 27, 2016
Self
He met an elf
Intent on self.
Taking her down
From the shelf
He did forsake the straight path
And with a bitter laugh
In self
Man and elf
Drowned.
There Was A Young Lady From Rangoon
There was a young lady from Rangoon
Who met a man by the light of the moon.
To her delight
She discovered that night
An extremely hairy baboon …!
September 26, 2016
Banned Books Throughout History
Kafka’s “The Trial” together with Orwell’s nineteen Eighty-Four” and “Animal Farm” spring immediately to mind.
September 26October 2, 2016
Banned Books Week is an annual event celebrating the freedom to read. Typically held during the last week of September, it highlights the value of free and open access to information. Banned Books Week brings together the entire book community –librarians, booksellers, publishers, journalists, teachers, and readers of all types – in shared...
Sally’s Cafe and Bookstore – Book of the Week – Refractions by K. Morris
Many thanks to Sally for featuring my collection of poetry, “Refractions”. If anyone would like a free electronic copy of my book please email me by 12 pm on Tuesday 27 September at newauthoronline (at) gmail (dot) com. Kevin
Smorgasbord - Variety is the spice of life
Many of you are familiar with Kevin Morris and his blog and books and today I am featuring his latest release. Refractions is a book of verse and you can read an example of the poems by double clicking on the image of the book...
September 25, 2016
Slavery’s Stain
The crack of the whip
Does strip
The past bare.
Who would dare
To lift the curtain
For it is certain
To make the sensitive squirm.
Growing up in Liverpool I was told
A tale of how the city was built on slave owner’s gold.
Many there money gave
In the hope their soul to save
To schools and foundations
That dignify the nation.
What can one say
For it is a long way
Back and distance
Leads to resistance
To compensation
For the Caribbean and African nations.
An injustice vast
Stains our past
But...
Mr Apples
I am not a huge fan of the pop group Madness. However there recently released song, “Mr Apples” (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aWUisvmZRiw) caught my attention. The song deals with hypocrisy as does my poem “The Hypocrite”, (https://newauthoronline.com/2015/07/26/the-hypocrite/). Madness’s song does, I think make the point with humour and (possibly) a touch of compassion for Mr Apples.
Will Autumn Come as it Should?
Will Autumn come as it should
With strong winds to shake the wood?
Thus far I have found
Only a few conkers on the ground.
Most, being small
I let lie where they did fall,
But three with me now
Are sitting, far removed from mighty bough.
I wonder, will they be discovered when I am gone?
What a strange question to ponder on!
I have seen no acorns yet,
The oak’s fruit that stirs regret.
Memories of a time long since past
When I would wonder the forest vast
With my grandfather kind
Seeking acor...
September 24, 2016
Loss
When you leave your shoes
You lose
Them for a while,
Yet there can be no denial
They will be found on the floor
Outside the front door, and you will smile,
Put them on
And be gone.
When you lose your jeans
There will be scenes,
But they will be discovered
On the ground where they lie.
I sigh
And idly speculate
Whether you learned to late
That some things can not be recovered.
