K. Morris's Blog, page 160
January 8, 2022
The Duck Song
I came across this video on Youtube, which is very funny
Internet Dating
I know a young lady named Yvette.
We met as I browsed the internet.
On a certain website
You may find delight.
And you will also find Miss Yvette …
January 7, 2022
Lou and Gale
When a young lady whose name is Lou
Said, “you will get what’s coming to you!”
I turned deathly pale
And said, “not Gale!”
Lou said, “yes, and you’ll get me too!”
January 6, 2022
Poet Kevin Morris’s Poetry Channels
As well as this site (kmorrispoet.com), I also have the following channels where I post readings of my poems from time to time. Please feel free to check them out and subscribe should you wish to do so:
TikTok – https://vm.tiktok.com/ZM8VvP9ud/
Soundcloud – https://soundcloud.com/kevin-stephen-morris
Youtube – https://www.youtube.com/user/101drewdog/videos
Today I Turned 53
Today I turned 53.
Shall I make free
With women and wine?
Or stick to rhyme?
Old Father Time
Stands behind me.
The feminine and wine
Can not conquer time.
In Summertime Hyacinths Bloomed
In summertime
Hyacinths bloomed.
Now, in wintertime
The dead surprise
And rise.
Their bloom
May come soon
To brighten a
January day
‘Ere they
Fade away.
January 5, 2022
“Being and Being Bought: Prostitution, Surrogacy and the Split Self”, by Kajsa Ekis Ekman – book review
Whatever one’s view of the rights and wrongs of prostitution, this book (reviewed by me in 2018) is worth a read.
This review is of “Being and Being Bought: Prostitution, Surrogacy and the Split Self”, by Kajsa Ekis Ekman, (https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/1742198767/).
In “Being and Being Bought” Eckman argues that prostitution entails the exploitation of women by men. Women are (in Ekman’s view) “prostituted” (the word being used by her to denote the lack of free agency of thos...
My Fine Wine
When a young man drinking my wine
Said, “this vintage it is truly divine!”
I said to him, “Keith!
You are a terrible thief!
You must pay for that vintage divine!”
Dog and Man
The weather
Is bitter
And drear.
Men kill for pleasure
And things that glitter.
My dog sleeps near.
A simple, kindly soul
With no desire
For the cold
Fire of gold.
A Young Lady’s Confession
When a young lady made an interesting confession
About her work in the world’s oldest profession,
I said, “working in farming
That is really most charming!”
I am known for my tact and discretion …!
