K. Morris's Blog, page 421

Awaking As The Clock Struck Midnight

Awaking as the clock struck midnight
I saw a young woman in white.
When I said, “are you a vampire?”
She replied, “no, I’m the squire.
And this dress is far too tight!

When A Young Lady Whose Name Is Rose

when a young lady whose name is Rose
Composed a poem about crows,
A priest called Paul
Said, “how angels do fall!”,
Which puzzled that young lady Rose.

Humorous Saturday

When a young lady whose name is Skinner
Invites me round for dinner,
We drink lots of wine
But we never dine,
So I’m growing ever thinner!

—

A young lady whose name is White
Says one day she might.
I’m waiting still
And wonder will …
Do you think she might?

—

On my way through the churchyard at midnight
I met a young woman in white.
When I said, “who are you?”
She replied, “believe me, its true,
I’m a girl who dresses in white!

When A Poet Whose Name Is Rose

When a poet whose name is Rose
Composed a poem about Toes,
A critic called Paul
Said, “that is no poem at all!”,
So she bopped him right on his nose!

In Springtime

In springtime
Lovers lose themselves amongst wild roses,
While the poet composes
A rhyme
About lovers who, in springtime
Lose themselves amongst roses wild

Will People Still Read Poetry In 100 Years Time?

“Will people still read poetry in 100 years time?”, my friend Toby said as we sat in a pub in central London. “Yes” I replied.

We live in a world obsessed with material things. Whether one is watching a production of “Wuthering Heights” on commercial television or a trashy talent show, the advertisements are sure to interrupt one’s viewing with tedious regularity. Beautiful women imply that if men purchase certain products they will obtain the girl of their dreams, while other comercials exh...

There Was A Young Lady Named Jane

There was a young lady named Jane
Who purchased a risqué domain.
It’s address was so rude
And her website so crude,
That I refuse to name that domain!

Issues

Baby wipes and tissues
Hint at issues.
The carpet has a hump
Where the sweeper sweeps.
And she keeps
Unspoken issues
Within
And the bin
Holds their despair.

Chore

As a poet (or writer/author of any description), the most important activity is, to state the blatantly obvious that of writing. Its tempting to regard promoting one’s work as a chore. So far as my poetry is concerned, most of my promoting consists of posting examples of my work on this site (kmorrispoet.com) and, by so doing bringing my writing to the attention of a wider audience.

Notwithstanding the publication of examples of my poetry on this site (which provides me with pleasure as I kn...

My Site’s Address Has Changed to kmorrispoet.com

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On 17 February, I wrote a post about changes to my website, which can be found here https://kmorrispoet.com/2019/02/17/changes-to-newauthoronline/. In it, I explained that the title of my site has changed to “K Morris – Poet”, and the tagline to “Kevin Morris poet”. I went on to explain that my site can now be accessed from 2 addresses – kmorrispoet.com and newauthoronline.com.

Readers of this blog will see that the blog’s primary address (the address you see in your browser’s address bar) h...