K. Morris's Blog, page 240

Hypocrisy

You see them,

Ghosts, standing under lamp posts,

Waiting for men.

And judge them (or not),

As the case may be).

Yet you hear not

The knock

On anonymous door

Of She

You call “whore”.

And, when she

In her heels steals away

Few have anything to say.

And her clientele,

They rarely tell.

Lockdown Humour

When a young lady named Ria

Said, “I shall in love and beer

Spend this second lockdown”,

She made me frown.

As its me who buys the beer!

Bird

Yesterday, in the early morning,

I heard you speak.

Just your bleak

Cry and I,

Ere the light was dawning.

I think on Macbeth

And the impending death

Of another year.

A bird, often unheard,

But forever here.

A Poem for November 5th (Bonfire Night)

In honour of bonfire or Guy Fawkes Night, I am reproducing below my poem “Catherine Wheel”, which can be found in “The Selected Poems of K Morris”:

Catherine Wheel

Sometimes I feel

Like a Catherine wheel;

My words as sparks,

Lighting the dark.

But who in December

Remembers

The fifth of November?

—

“The Selected Poems of K Morris” is available as a Kindle download or in paperback from Amazon, https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B07WW8WXPP/ and https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07WW8WXPP/.

Author Spotlight – Kevin Morris

My thanks to Aurora for featuring me on Writer’s Treasure Chest.

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Welcome!  

Please introduce yourself.

I was born in the city of Liverpool on 6 January 1969.

Having attended Saint Vincents School for the Blind in Liverpool, and the Royal National College for the Blind in Hereford, I went on to read history and politics at University College of Swansea.

Having graduated with a BA (joint honours) in history and politics, and an MA in political theory, I moved to London ...

Pat’s Bat

When a young man named Pat

Threatened me with a large bat

I said, “put down that mammal

Or I shall loose my camel!”.

So pat put down that bat!

Unreal City

Eliot spoke of an “unreal city”.

I could, perhaps, say something witty.

But, in this great city

A second lockdown starts today,

So there is nothing witty

I can say.

Read “The Wasteland”

For Eliot’s command

Of language surpasses mine.

‘Tis a bitter wine,

But, does, perhaps convey

What I wish to say.

A Young Lady With Morals Most Loose

A young lady with morals most loose

Likes to ride around on a goose.

My friend calls her Clair,

And the vicar Miss Flair.

And sometimes I ride on her goose!

When A Young Lady Named Miss Heather

When a young lady named Miss Heather

Said, “I don’t like this cold weather”.

A most wicked man called Ted

Said, “its warm in my bed”.

But I don’t know whether Miss Heather …

A Need to Confess

A young lady wearing a short dress

Said, “I’ve many a sin to confess!”.

I said, “my dear Miss Lou

That is a matter for you.

But don’t mention you, me and Bess!”.