K. Morris's Blog, page 267
July 20, 2020
There Once Was A Man Named Ray
There once was a man named Ray
Who composed a poem once a day.
A young lady called Rose
Said, “that’s nought but prose.
And your hair has turned quite grey!”.
July 19, 2020
A Poem From My “Selected Poems”
The traffic noise momentarily fades.
No words,
Just the singing of birds,
And a yearning for woodland glades.
(“Indefinable” can be found in my Selected Poems”, which is available here:
https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B07WW8WXPP/ (for the UK), and here https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07WW8WXPP/. (for amazon.com customers).
Fine Rain
I get wet
By this fine
Rain.
Yet,
I do not regret
For the divine
Is in the rain.
I shall get wet
Again
For when
Death does steal
Me away.
I regret
That I shall no longer feel,
The joy of a rainy day.
All Poemed Out
When a young man named Prout
Said, “you are all poemed out!”.
I gave him a poke
And said, “sir, you joke!”.
And then I kicked Prout out!
A Young Lady Walking In A beautiful Wood
a young lady walking in a beautiful wood
Said, “sir, I am known for being good.
My name is miss Bess
And I’ve lost my dress.
Have you found it here in this wood?”.
July 17, 2020
A Young Lady Wearing 1 Stiletto
A young lady wearing 1 stiletto
Was extremely fond of chocolate gateau.
Being imperfect at rhyme
She spent her time
Entertaining gentlemen whilst covered in gateau.
I Once Had A Friend Named Hogg
I once had a friend named Hogg
Who lived by an ancient peat bog.
When I said, “your sister,
I just cant resist her”,
It ended in that ancient peat bog!
July 16, 2020
Meaning Is In The Eye Of The Reader
In response to a comment by me on her post entitled “The infinity of Destinies”, Veronica comments as follows:
“If I told you my own vision, the mystery would be gone, don’t you agree?”. (see https://thewavesofpoetry.com/2020/07/12/the-infinity-of-destinies-dedicated-to-e/).
As a poet, I do indeed agree with Veronica. Every reader puts his or her own interpretation upon a poem or any other piece of writing. What the creator of art intended is, frequently not what the reader, the viewer of the ...
Whilst Swimming In The Great River Nile
Whilst swimming in the great river Nile
I met with a very large crocodile,
Who said, “are you an Egyptian?
And would you like a subscription,
,To my magazine all about modern style?”.
Immortality
I may, for a while,
Smile,
Undress
And caress
A girl of easy virtue.
You may say
She is not mine.
True.
Though I may
Immortalise her in rhyme.
