Tag Archives: reading

K Morris reading his poems

I saw flowers on my way

The hands are almost at half past


Everyone has their thing


A Slim Volume

A slim volume
Lost in a room
Full of books
Must gather dust,
Although, perchance
Words dance
For one who looks.

A Doleful Young Man Called Cook

A doleful young man called Cook
Sought a sequestered nook.
His thoughts where muddy
And he needed to study
So there he took
A book.

A young lady was there
With auburn hair.
And Cook
His thoughts no longer muddy
Both book
And study …

Free book promotion

From Tuesday 3rd – Saturday 7th of April, my book ‘Samantha‘ will be available for free download on Amazon UK and Amazon US.

‘Samantha’ tells a story of a young girl forced into prostitution in the city of Liverpool. Can Sam’s love for Peter, a man she meets in a nightclub, save her? Or will Sam end her life in the murky waters of Liverpool’s Albert Dock?

From Saturday 7th – Wednesday 11th of April, my book ‘The Suspect and other tales‘ will also be available for free download on Amazon UK and Amazon US.

‘The Suspect and other tales’ contains stories of the unexpected, ranging from tales of crime and vengeance, through to ghostly happenings in an ancient mansion.

My latest collection of poetry, ‘My old clock I wind and other poems’ is also available on Amazon and can be found on both Amazon UK and Amazon US.

‘My old clock I wind and other poems’ is a collection of 74 new and original poems. It contains both melancholy and more cheerful pieces contrasting the fact that We can enjoy life – but at the same time cannot escape its inevitable end.

We laugh
As we pass
Along life’s path.
There are tears too
It’s true,
For me and you
My friend,
For every year
Must have it’s end.

My previous collection of poetry ‘Lost in the labyrinth of my mind’ is also available on Amazon UK as well as Amazon US.

‘Lost in the labyrinth of my mind‘ is a collection of poems about nature, love, and life in general.


Who Is The “I” In A Poem?

Who is the “I” refered to in a poem? Frequently (but by no means always) the “I” in question is the poet him/herself. We should not, however make the mistake of assuming that the “I” in a given poem does, necessarily refer to the person who has penned the poem. This issue receives attention here, https://wewritepoetryforum.wordpress.com/2018/03/31/poetic-tidbit-1-personas/.

Too Much

I live too much in my head.
When I am dead
These words here said
May moulder in bookcases.

I hope they will be read
By those who’s faces
Are healthy with the glow
Produced by England’s country air.

When I go
Why should I care?
For I will not know
Whether it be so …

Some leave institutions behind.
I shall leave a piece of my mind
To be read
When I am dead
(or not as the case may be)!

It amuses me
To think what others may see
In scribbles left behind
By one who lived too much in his own mind.