K. Morris's Blog, page 417

As You Pass

As you pass
By the grass
My friend,
Do you, As I
Know that all flesh is grass
In the end?

Fingernails

Her fingernails
Clutch
At skin.
Control fails.
Such Pleasure.
Such sin,
‘Tis all too much
For him.

Copyright Infringement (An Update)

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Earlier today (6 March 2019), I posted about the illegal uploading of my book, “The Writer’s Pen and Other Poems” to Youtube. In that post I explained how the issue had been reported by me to Youtube. My thanks to everyone who commented on the earlier article and shared it via WordPress and Twitter.

I am pleased to let you know that Youtube have taken down the illegally uploaded segment of my book, and a message now appears stating that the content was removed due to a copyright claim by mys...

I Know A Young Lady Named Claire

I know a young lady named Claire
Who, just for a dare,
Writes erotic verse,
Which grows steadily worse,
While dressed in her underwear!

Copyright Infringement

[image error]It is said that “imitation is the sincerest form of flattery”. I was reminded of this much used (and abused) saying when I discovered that someone has (without my permission) uploaded a segment of the audio version of my book, “The Writer’s Pen and Other Poems” to Youtube. This is, of course a clear violation of my copyright and I have, therefore reported the matter to Youtube. (Anyone who finds that their work is appearing, without their permission on Youtube can report copyright violation h...

Kevin Morris reading his poems ‘Will Spring come again’ and ‘An owl hunting’ on Soundcloud.

Me reading my poems ‘Will Spring come again’ and ‘An owl hunting’ on Soundcloud.

 

Kevin Morris reading five of his poems on Soundcloud

Me reading five of my poems on Soundcloud.

Until the Bubble Bursts

I enjoyed reading this one.

'Shoshin At Play' hosted by Shyamsree Lahiri

Photo by Pixabay on Pexels.com

Truth is stronger than fiction;

Silence more potent than words;

A kiss on the brow quenching than lip-lock,

Anger weaker than chords.

A sigh hangs heavier than regret;

Regrets rise quickerthan a tear;

Tears sting frozen from parting,

Reconciliation hesitant from fear.

Hope floats lighter than an eyelash,

Hurt bleeds deeper than a scar;

Life smiles hopeful as a hear...

When A Young Lady Whose Name is Sue

When a young lady whose name is Sue
Lost a brand new shoe,
My wife Jane
Did bitterly complain,
When she found that shoe of Sue …

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When a young lady whose name is Sue
Misplaced a brand new shoe,
I very much regret
That my dog Jet
Chewed that brand new shoe!

An Opportunity to share one of Your Poems

[image error]Would you like to share one of your poems? If so, please feel free to either leave a link to it below, or ccut and paste your work into the comment field.

Please only share poems to which you hold the copyright. Do not share other poets copyrighted work (as to do so is a breech of their copyright and may lead to legal action being taken against you).

I look forward to reading your poems.

Kevin