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March 1, 2016
Marianne Eloise – Poet Interview
A good interview. I agree with Mariane, one can not rely on poetry to pay the bills. Kevin
Marianne Eloise
‘Cactus’
Today we welcome Marianne Eloise to the Muse Shack. I found her debut poetry ‘Cactus’ enlightening, current, challenging and entertaining. It awoke in me, a fellow mover of places, some of the emotions and feelings of the author. I recommend this volume to all readers
Bio: Marianne Eloise is a UK-based writer, academic and journalist who works in the media. She lo...
Fleecem and Proper
Said store owner Fleecem, to his assistant Proper
This metal here, it is but copper
But to the unwary shopper
‘Twill pass for gold
Let us be bold
And fleece ‘Em proper”!
But old Bill
The local copper
Nabbed those two, Fleecem and Proper!


February 29, 2016
Making the case for Exotic dancers…
Chris The Story Reading Ape's Blog
It is my proposition that a poet, or even some lesser writer, should be able to make a sound case for virtually anything. After all, if you are a writer, then you should be able to swiftly marshal the facts, array them in the most advantageous order, and unleash them upon the credulous community. Indeed, given that you are a writer, not a historian, then there is no obligation binding you to simply setting out facts. You are a writer, you can make things u...
Three Poems by Toby Wheeler
Below are 3 poems by my friend, Toby Wheeler. The poems are copyright, Toby Wheeler and may not be reproduced without the prior permission in writing of Toby Wheeler.
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Tired Laces
Walking in the back woods,
Drained, instilled with dread,
I huddle down to tie my shoes,
Torn and pushed by the next lad down;
Off they would walk whilst smirking back
With mud stuck to my knees;
I asked them to wait, I would plead,
But they just carried on, my cries they went unheeded.
They did not care as I tru...
Post-weekend Poetry 137: Coconut Oil by Rachel Baines
A poem by a talented young lady. Kevin
MorgEn Bailey's Creative Writing Blog
Welcome to Post-weekend Poetry and the one hundred and thirty-seventh poem in this series. This week’s piece is by Rachel Baines.
Coconut Oil
She’s the girl who you’d always run back to,
You’re the boy I’d always run back to.
She’s the girl who gave you the chills with her beauty,
You give me the chills with yours.
It’s funny how times change,
People you once loved now become strangers.
But- she’s a parasite,
Always...
February 28, 2016
As A Bee To The Summer Flower
As with the bee to the summer flower
Man dallies many an hour
Savouring the blossom’s power.
Petals delicate he feels
And reels
At the scent of the inviting rose.
In delirium he goes
and takes it to his nose.
His thirst to slake
And desire satiate.
The bee tires.
Desires
Cool, as summer draws to it’s close.
The red rose
Withers
And quivers
In the growing chill.
The rill
Dries up
And summer’s door is shut.


February 27, 2016
My Guest Post On Ink And Quill
I am delighted to be the first guest writer on Ink and Quill,the blog of Jennifer Calvert. For my guest article please visit the following link, http://jennifercalvertwriter.com/2016/02/27/first-guest-writer-on-ink-and-quill-k-morris/. Please also check out Jennifer’s writings which can be found here, http://jennifercalvertwriter.com/.


A Golden Age
The brook
Has dried up
And the barren shore
Calls to the desolate moor.
Once the water ran pure
While children frolicked on the shore.
But the sun has gone
And time moved on.
A golden age of delight?
The night
Is always there
For those who care
To stare
At the distant horizon.
The dark
Is forever rising


A Little Vow Left Dead
I made a promise,
A little vow,
Whispered on the wind,
Pledged –
Guarded,
A curse to my weeping heart,
What will take to hold you dear?
To feel the stir of your emotions,
To taste the passion of your lips?
What can I do to move you to tears?
To assure you, my eyes are rendered yours,
Sheltered by the shift of your indifference,
A shield maiden I’ve become,
Moved beyond recognition,
On meadows lost to night –
Stars behind the clouded skies,
In grapping wound, the bite of your wo...
February 26, 2016
An Interview With My Guide Dog Trigger
Some time ago my guide dog, Trigger graciously consented to be interviewed by me. Below is a reblog of that post, to brighten up your Friday. The weekend beccons! Kevin
Me: “Thank you for agreeing to be interviewed Trigger”.
“Trigger: “I only agreed because you promised me a large marrow bone”.
“Me: “I don’t remember making any such promise!”
Trigger: “No bone, no interview”.
Me: “OK, you win but I’m not happy about this!”
Trigger: “Just get on with it will you. I can see a f...