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Ocean

An Unexpected Muse

And at the end of the day
The vast array of stars in the night sky
Give sight to the moon holding secret
The meeting of an endless ocean to an endless horizon.
It is here that one can embrace the vastness of the universe
And it is here I shall stay.

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The Sprite’s Tune

The nymph of tomorrow
Portends sorrow,
While the sprite of today
Sounds a doleful lay
On her violin
Of sin.

Round the budding rose
The satyr goes,
Listening to music sad
That will drive him mad.

the sprites continue to play.
There music divine
Does say
“Drink of my wine
Forbidden
And in caverns hidden
We will spend our day”.

The satyr doth long
For wine more strong
Than any taken
Before.
He tastes, and is left forsaken
And forever craving more.

Availability of My Books in Braille

I posted yesterday (24 September) regarding the availability in braille of my collection of poetry, “Refractions”, (https://newauthoronline.com/2016/09/23/refractions-is-available-in-braillle/). In that post I also mentioned the availability of my previously published collections, “Dalliance” and “Lost in the Labyrinth of My Mind”.
All of the above books where transcribed into braille by the Royal National Institute of Blind People’s Ivybridge Transcription Service, (http://www.rnib.org.uk/se...

Fools

Fools
Seek for ghouls
Under the bed.
And strain in fear
To hear
The tread
Of those long since dead.

The bogeyman’s cold hands
Commands
Terror on the part
Of those who are to blind
To find
The demon in their own heart.

“Refractions” is Available in Braille

On returning home yesterday evening, I was pleased to find that the postman had delivered a copy of my latest collection of poetry, “Refractions” in braille.

“Refractions” is now the third of my books to be available in braille, the others being “Dalliance” and “Lost in the Labyrinth of My Mind”.

As a braille reader, its important to me that my work can be read by other users of those peculiar dots known to followers of the black arts as braille …!
For details of “Refractions”, which is ava...

Why people don’t like poetry?

An interesting question which has inspired some good responses. Kevin

This essayis inspired by some of the recent comments in this post. And it made me think: why peoplereally don’t like poetry? What is it that keeps them away from maybe not writing, but from reading some really exquisite pieces by poets from all around the world?

The usual answer is something like “Poetry is boring”, “I don’t understand it”, “It’s a waste of time”. So I wanted to explore this topic a bit further.

If we loo...

Petard

I have never yet
Seen a regret.
Though I have felt
A pang
That sprang
Into my heart and dwelt
There, unknown by all but me.
StillI can not be free
Of the nagging voice
That whispers, “you had a choice
And where hoist on your own petard.

This lesson hard
You should learn,
Do not conscience spurn
When it cries,
He who acts thus dies.
All regrets and sighs
Will not repair the broken shell.
This truth I tell,
Actions misjudged may end in hell”.

2nd Halloween-Poem Contest

Writer's Treasure Chest

Picture courtesy of: http://preventioncdnndg.org/eco-quartier/eco-tips-for-halloween/

It is a great pleasure for me to announce the

2nd Halloween-Poem Contest

on ‘Writer’s Treasure Chest’.

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Every author and poet are invited to participate and deliver a “Halloween-Poem” to my email address:aurorajean.alexander@aol.com, together withtheir picture.

There are a few rules to follow:

Your poem needs a Halloween theme....

Satyrs and Sprites

The satyrs drink
And think
On woodland sprites
And fleeting delights.

The sprites preen
And glean
What they may
For youth passeth away.

“Will you stay
Awhile?”
The satyrs say
With a nonchalant smile.

“I will remain
Until dawn does stain
The sky with gold.
Tomorrow will be a cold
Day”,
The sprites say.

“Refractions” Kevin Morris ebook – poetry review

Thank you to the reviewer for taking the time to read and review my collection of poetry, “Refractions.

Emma Lee's Blog

Kevin Morris writes from familiar, everyday situations in rhyme-led, usually short verses, e.g. in “Dog and Ball” which ends,

“My introspection.
How can I suffer dejection
When I recollect your playful snort
And the ball you caught?”

He poses questions about his readers, in “Composed More or Less in Real-time While Sitting in a Liverpool Garden”

“The wind has dropped now,
A...