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March 9, 2019

The Bedroom Door

The bedroom door is open.
No words are spoken
Passions stir
But noone is there.

Closing the bedroom door,
Memories I recall.
‘Tis all
As it was before.

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Published on March 09, 2019 04:38

The Old Way 1

I can relate to this poem.

Mick Canning

This is poem number one in a series of six, the rest of which which I’ll post through the coming week.

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The Old Way 1

I often think the modern world feels like a party,

In a huge room filled with loud and boorish guests

Monopolising the conversation and jabbing fingers

And shouting each other down.

Me? I’m the one hiding in the kitchen;

I’m the one holding a drink and leaning against the wall,

Looking fed up with the whole wretched thing.

And just to...

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Published on March 09, 2019 04:05

There Once Was A Poet Named Lin

There once was a poet named Lin
Who wrote poems on a baked bean tin.
She composed in free verse,
Which grew progressively worse,
But all the Modernists loved Lin!

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Published on March 09, 2019 03:48

When A Young Lady Named Leigh

When a young lady named Leigh
Dated a debauchee,
Her good friend Kate,
Being a reprobate,
Joined those 2 for tea.

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Published on March 09, 2019 00:14

March 8, 2019

When That Old Reprobate Death

When that old reprobate death
Fell in love with Beth,
She hid away
And I heard her say,
“I value my sweet breath!”.

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Published on March 08, 2019 23:57

Forthcoming Poetry Reading and a “Selected Poems”

On Wednesday 13 March, I shall be giving a private poetry reading, along with several other poets. I have a slot of 15 minutes to fill, and I am in the process of determining which of my poems to read. Thus far I have decided to recite the below poems:

https://kmorrispoet.com/2017/05/01/wood-in-the-rain/

https://kmorrispoet.com/2016/07/08/the-poet-and-the-workman/

https://kmorrispoet.com/2017/09/18/from-my-archives-kipling-may-regret/.

I shall be spending part of my weekend in dec...

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Published on March 08, 2019 07:36

There Was A Young Lady Of Deal

There was a young lady of Deal
Who broke a cheap high-heel.
She hopped through the town
In her flimsy nightgown
Pursued by a vicar called Neil!

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Published on March 08, 2019 02:57

How Pleasant It Is To Dream

How pleasant it is to dream
In the pristine
Groves of academe,
Where the hard
Fact of a messy backyard
Is rarely, or never seen.

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Published on March 08, 2019 02:44

There Was A Young Man Named Slattery

There was a young man named Slattery
Who said “imitation is the sincerest form of flattery”.
But when they copied his art,
It broke his heart,
So he retired to live in a hattery!

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Published on March 08, 2019 00:12

March 7, 2019

A Journalist By The Name Of Lou

A journalist by the name of Lou
Has published a story about us two.
It concerns last night
When, by the star’s bright light
You lost a high-heel shoe …

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Published on March 07, 2019 05:49