K. Morris's Blog, page 145

I Remember You 2

I remember you two.
One of you,
In my living room
(I forget who)
Waited for your friend.

Was there perfume?
I can’t pretend
To remember names.
Alone, I telephoned
And you came.

There Once Was an Eminent Old Professor

There once was an eminent old professor
Who lived in a large Welsh Dresser.
His student Maude
Got terribly bored
With polishing that dresser and her professor!

Responding to Criticism

Whilst out walking yesterday, I bumped into an acquaintance.
“I like your poems. I’m not sure about the limericks though”.

His comment concerning my latest collection “Leaving and Other Poems” made me smile. I appreciate good honest feedback and that is what I received.

I could have pointed out that others have said how much they enjoy my humorous verses, (which indeed they have). However, I said words to the following effect:
“I’m really pleased you like my poems”.
We chatted for a while abo...

Writing is an illness?

One of my favourite poets, Ernest Christopher Dowson was an alcoholic, a frequenter of the world’s oldest profession and died at the age of 30. Did he have a mental disorder? Quite possibly. However, in the final analysis what matters is that Dowson composed some fine poetry.

Mental illness is widespread. However the vast majority of those with mental health issues do not write and are not creative in other areas (for example as painters).

Many factors may cause a person to be creative. An ap...

The Tombstones Stand Out White

The tombstones stand out white
In the sun’s light.
I wonder, as I go
Whether those now below
Lived their days in light?

And, when I go
Will those who pass
Along this path
Pause, and sigh,
And think as I?

Freedom

I hear the free
Wind,
And the birds sing.
And long to be
Free
As the unconquerable wind
And birds
That sing.

When I Attended a Large Swingers Convention

When I attended a large swingers convention
I sensed a good deal of tension.
My friend bishop Hocking
Stole the vicar’s stocking,
But the rest I’d better not mention …!

There Once Was a Vampire Named Keith

There once was a vampire named Keith
Who, on losing some of his teeth,
Visited a dentist called Lake,
Who used a great stake,
Which ended both Keith and his teeth!

Claire’s Improper Suggestion

When a young lady named Claire
Said, “lets all have an affair!”,
I said to Miss Hocking,
“That is really quite shocking!”.
But Hocking was busy with Claire!

The Trees Have Been Cut Back

The trees have been cut back.
The woods lack
The interplay of dark and light.
Day and night
The foxes bark in the park
Nearby, and I
Think of owls in the churchyard,
And nature who
Grows through
Our abandoned yards.