City Streets


Your heart was a nothing but a maze of
twisted tiny streets. Each one promising
that it would lead me to you, but
instead spiraling me away from my
desire. Making me retrace again and
again my tired steps, as instead of drawing
closer to you, we got further and
further apart.

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What Happend to the Grunge Kids?


Even us old grunge kids it seems have moved on,
We’ve come out of the clubs and staggered home.
We never got round to loading up our guns,
So we didn’t die as we thought we might unloved and alone.
Our long hair’s gone but our stomachs have grown,
When we move quickly it seems everything hurts.
We turn off the radio as it makes us feel very old,
Wearing our nostalgia like we once proudly wore our check shirts.
But if us old grunge kids are out moaning about mortgages,
And the jukebox starts to play Smells Like Teen Spirit.
We remember that with the lights out it was less dangerous,
As the guitar intro clangs we begin to rise from our seats.
Then we feel our children’s dirty looks and hear mumbled tuts,
Like an errant mosquito we feel beaten down.
But despite this denial we tap our feet and sing,
Happily worse at what we do best, ignoring all the frowns.
On our way home we dust off the CD to play,
Our offspring’s comments are cutting and unkind.
They scream. “What’s this ancient garbage you’re playing?”
We just sigh and say,” Nevermind.”

I Fell in Love with the Bride of Frankenstein – a poem for Halloween


I fell in love with the Bride of Frankenstein
I don’t know whose heart she has, but I’d give her mine.
I think we’re made for each other it must be said.
Even though I’m alive and she’s fictional and dead.

When that lightning strike bought her to life,
I was well pissed that the monster wanted her for his wife.
“The monster need a mate,” it growled, things were looking grim.
Luckily unlike me he’s an ugly bugger, so she jilted him.

She gives me funny feelings all over, right down to my socks.
Even though her hair looks like a badger that’s had an electric shock.
I love all her stolen parts, from her eyes to her mammary glands,
I long to hold her but worry she’ll come apart in my hands.

But sadly my bride’s deceased, so I must try to be brave,
And swear not to write bad poetry while I cry at her grave.
Instead above her remains each night I plan to fly a kite,
Hoping beyond hope that once again lightning will strike.

 

Don’t forget there’s still time to contribute towards my poetry anthology for charity, click here for details

Found Poetry


I found a poem at work.
It was tied up in red tape,
Under dusty stacks of paper,
That were printed with rigid arithmetic.
I pried the words loose with my staple extractor,
Then stuck them round my monitor on bright post it notes.

I found a poem on the beach,
Hiding under some jetsam and seaweed.
As I kicked its slimy home,
The words tried in vain to scuttle to safety,
As I eagerly chased them brandishing my net.

I found a poem in a church,
Trapped among the dusty tomes of a tired sermon.
I resurrected the words from their stuffy grave,
Sending them into the light
With my blessing.

I found a poem in the last place I expected.
Lurking in my head among my memories and fears.
I tried to lure the words out,
Promising them fame, then cake.
But they flatly turned me down,
Saying they wanted to stay where they felt safe.

 

Don’t forget there’s still time to contribute towards my poetry anthology for charity, click here for details

Misbehaving Mantra


I cut out the last pages of mystery books.
I give Nuns blasphemous looks.
I sit at the back of the bus and smoke.
I teach your Gran filthy jokes.
I take up two seats on the train.
I drive slowly in the fast lane.
I enjoy farting in bed.
I remember every lie you said.
I return all your CDs scratched.
I consider myself a great catch.
I refuse to flush the lavatory.
I think I’m brilliant at poetry

I just want a walk on part in the movie of my life.


Ray Winstone is auditioning to play me
in the movie about my life.
He says, ” I was drawn to the part as
I want to ditch my hard man image
and show my soft side.”

He continues,” I saw you on Facebook
and thought I could be that geezer. If I
can get in a ring with two thousand people
watching and be smacked around the head,
then playing you can’t be hard.”

Personally I don’t think he is coming
at the role from the right angle. But I’m too
scared to comment.

He won’t shut up, “You do a job like this
because you love the role, not because
it’s going to make you famous. The greatest
dramas in all the world are all about sex,
violence and death.”

Ray is starting to get a bit too excited.
“Next, ” I timidly cry out,
Ray stomps off.
Brian Blessed comes in.

“The misapprehension about me,” he begins,
“is that I’m some loud rampant maniac.
I am actually very pensive and quiet.”

I start to feel it’s going to be along day.

The Diverse Verse 3 poetry anthology is now open for submissions


My last successful poetry anthology, Diverse Verse 2.

Diverse Verse 3 the poetry book from Walsall with an international reach is ready to accept submissions.

Here’s how you can get involved and see your poem in print

All you need to do to be involved is to email me a poem to the email address below and it will be considered for the book based on the following rules. Please note entry is free.

  1. All poems must be the authors own work, please don’t submit something that isn’t yours.
  2. Poems are welcome from anyone, anywhere in the world.
  3. Please submit no more than one poem.
  4. A submitted poem must be in arial font in a format free word document. If you are unable to do such then just paste your poem into the body of your email.
  5. Poems on any subject and theme are welcome, however sexually explicit poetry and poems with extreme bad language will not be considered.
  6. Poems should be no longer than 400 words approx.
  7. Previously published poems can be submitted as long as the writer holds the copyright.
  8. When submitting poems please include your full name for inclusion in the book’s contents, an alias is acceptable.
  9. Email your poems to Diverseverse@aol.co.uk
  10. The book will be published via Lulu the online publishers.
  11. Closing date for submissions is 31st December 2017.
  12. Anyone who is in the book will be notified after submissions close.
  13. Poems that do not conform to the guidelines will be rejected automatically.
  14. The copyright of any poem selected remains with the author.

I hope to have the book out in 2018 by the spring at the latest, money raised from sales of the collection will go to Cancer research UK.

Diverse Verse 1 in the press

The launch of Diverse Verse 2.

Buy a copy of Diverse Verse 1 by clicking here

Buy a copy of Diverse Verse 2 by clicking here.

 

Books are my Bag


When I was a child there was a way
To make my little face light up.
That was simply to let me enjoy
Reading one of my favourite books.
From toddler to balding parent
From big books to small.
I’d while away any spare time
Trying to read them all.
Sadly as I got older I became fickle,
My love of print began to dwindle.
I fancied a new cheap thrill,
So I began an affair with a Kindle.
She was willing I have to say
We’d be at it every night.
My eager finger tracing her slim lines,
As we frolicked in her dim electric light.
But flings like this never last,
I longed for something finer in my hands.
My forgiving books welcomed me back
I knew they would understand.
They didn’t care I’d been unfaithful,
That for years I’d not given them a look.
I swore we would never part again,
As I was reunited with my books.
So from that day forward,
Though I don’t really like to brag.
I’m doing a book a day or more,
At last books again are my bag.

Support your local independent bookshop, I’m supporting Southcart Books.

Sunrise


As the sun struggles to rise, so do I.
Then when we’re both ready
I leave the house.
A cigarette on my lips and
a poem forming in my head.

While I amble I pay no attention
to the late night work of hard grafting spiders.
As I brush through their gossamer snares,
carelessly demolishing their creations.

My brain starts to fire up,
so I don’t notice the crunch of snails.
My heavy tread disrupting their
frantic early morning rush hour.

At the bus stop I fumble for
pen and paper.
Worried my new poem
might disperse along with the
early morning mist.

Then when I arrive at work,
I place the poem on my desk.
Covering it in dust and red tape
I sit back
To see if anything germinates.

Within Darkness and Light – a chat with Paul Morris


Walsall poet and writer Paul Morris has released a charity poetry anthology entitled “Within Darkness and Light.” With the book generating a lot of interest I took the opportunity to chat with Paul via email to get some details on the book and more.

Q1 – congratulations on publishing Within Darkness and Light, tell me a little more about the book, why you decided to put together an anthology and why that particular theme?

Thank you Richard. Within Darkness & Light is a collection of poetry that focuses on the psychological, emotional darkness and light aspects of life. The poetry included is very real, honest and quite beautiful.

As someone who has spent an entire life living with mental health issues, the contradiction of dark and light emotions is very relevant in my life. I wanted to produce a collection of work that conveys this. The poets who have contributed to the book, which I’m delighted includes your good self, have realised this vision and have shared some of their innermost in quite an open and personal way.

Why this subject? Well, I’ve always wanted to do ‘my bit’ and help raise more awareness of mental health issues. I’m hoping that this book helps people to relate to issues they might be experiencing in a positive way. It’s a way of reaching out I guess.

It’s important to me that proceeds from the sale of this book go to the charity Mind. They do amazing work for the souls in need and I want to give something back to them.

Within Darkness and Light

Q2. How long have you been writing stories and poetry and what made you pick up the pen and start?

I started writing poems, songs and stories when I was 15, nearly 30 years ago. Despite having quite a collection of work, nothing became of it, as I ended up discarding it all because I felt it was worthless. Something which I greatly regret and never will repeat.

I restarted writing late 2015 because the passion was always there within me and I wanted to follow my dream, which was to have my own published book sitting between other books on my book-shelf. Thanks to the love and support from my Wife and children, I began to thrive and believe in myself. I’ve now reached a position where I have connected with some fantastic people, learnt so much and have had my work published in a few books. It’s this kind of support that’s inspired me to focus on an anthology.

Q3. If you could only do one out of writing stories or poetry which would you choose and why?

Poetry! It allows me to be free in a way that writing stories doesn’t. My stories require me to go deep within, living the characters and their experiences. When I write a poem, it’s a real emotion and an escape from whatever, or expressing love.

I find writing poetry an escape from reality and it aids my mind, allowing it to ‘breathe’ a little easier. It’s great therapy. Most of the time.

Q4. Never a man to rest on your laurels I see you have your own book of short stories and poetry entitled “Hopeful Dreams and Damaged Nightmares,” out soon, tell me a little about what readers can expect from the book and the inspiration behind that scary cover?

The book is a collection of my own poetry and very short stories, that I’ve produced over the last 18 months. It’s fair to say that most of the work is quite emotionally dark, but I’m hoping that folks may find something relevant in the pieces. At times, darkness can be quite beautiful.

Hopeful Dreams and Damaged Nightmares

 

Richard note – the cover is done by the excellent Darkslide photography who did the brilliant cover for my book Poems on the Bus.

Q5. Self publishing is growing more and more popular these days, so with two books under your belt what advice would you give anyone looking to publish a book?

Okay, tough call. I’ve learnt so much from experienced self-published authors, but, I still have so much to learn. I guess the most important piece of advice I could give is, take your time and make sure that your piece of work is ready for publishing. Before you hit ‘the button’ to share it via Amazon or Lulu or whatever, make sure that you’ve proof read it over and over. In fact, that’s my advice, buy a proof copy and read it through before you publish. Don’t rush the process.

Q6 If people want to read more of your work where can they find you online.

I’d be delighted if people would care to check me out via https://paulbmorrismedia.wordpress.com/ They can then jump on board my other social media sites.

A big thanks to Paul for taking the time to answer my questions, Within Darkness and Light is now ready to buy and can be found by clicking here.

Outside the UK click here