K. Morris's Blog, page 412
March 20, 2019
Inocent As Flowers
Inocent as flowers
Girls build ivory towers.
They reach for the sun
Hoping for a prince to come,
A boy
Who will bring joy
And love,
And protect
Them from harm.
He shows respect.
His charm
Would disarm
The most protective of mothers.
Her brothers
Think him a great guy,
But I
Know how lovers Come
And go
And how quick the gentle sun
Can turn and burn
The flower
In it’s oh so fragile tower
March 19, 2019
One Day
“One Day” originally appeared here in 2015, https://kmorrispoet.com/2015/12/23/one-day/. A friend subsequently commented to me (in person, not on this blog), that the poem could equally apply to both readers and writers. He had a point. However I had writers/authors in mind when I penned the piece, hence my poem stands as originally written.
Kevin
I Wanted To Write A Poem Most Serious
I wanted to write a poem most serious
But, fearing it would be deleterious,
I wrote a very bad verse,
Causing my readers to curse,
Which really was very serious!
Melting Ice
Under the once solid ice sheet
We meet
A demon some persist
In maintaining does not exist.
Deep in his throat he rumbles,
And humanity stumbles
As yet another ice sheet crumbles.
Of Churchyards and Owls
Walking through the churchyard, as dusk fell, I heard the note of my old friend the owl. On reaching home I closed my bedroom window for it was a chilly evening. However, despite my double-glazing, the cold cry of the owl penetrated into my modern flat.
Ever since moving to the Upper Norwood area in late 1997, I have always been conscious of the owl. Sometimes he disappears for protracted periods but, as sure as eggs are eggs “the fatal bellman” reappears.
Hearing the owl reminds me of my p...
I Know A Young Lady Named Lou
I know a young lady named Lou
Who models wearing only one shoe.
When I asked her a question,
She said, “that is an interesting suggestion,
So you think that I should wear 2?”
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I know a young lady named Lou
Who models wearing only one shoe.
When I asked her a question,
She said, “that is an interesting suggestion,
Come round to mine at 2”.
There Once Was An Old Curmudgeon
There once was an old curmudgeon
Who went by the name of Dudgeon.
He hated children and dogs,
But liked young ladies in clogs,
For which his wife, she berated Dudgeon!
March 18, 2019
When A Poetical Robot Named Lot
When a poetical robot named Lot
Composed a poem about a pot,
A young lady called Lou
Enjoyed Lot’s stew,
But his poem she quite forgot!
Inhibitions
High-heel shoes.
Short dress.
Booze.
Confess,
Inhibitions lose
What is Free-Verse Poetry? – by Melissa Donovan…
Most of my poems are written in rhyme, although one should never force a rhyme where no rhyme should properly be. I find an intrinsic beauty in rhyming poetry but, of course such works as “The Wasteland” are truly great examples of free verse poetry.
Chris The Story Reading Ape's Blog
Most of my favorite poems are written in free verse, which means they do not fall under the constraints of form poetry. Not that I have anything against form poetry — it’s a lovely tradition...
