K. Morris's Blog, page 447

Claire and Lou

I know a young Socialist called Claire

Who thinks inequality most unfair.

Her butler Bill

Is with her still

Which shows she really does care …

 

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I met a young lady called Lou

Who swore she would be true.

But when a girl called Hocking

Lost her fine silk stocking

Lou she swore we’re through

Early Morning Humour

A young man by the name of Spink
Is very fond of a drink.
But when he broke into mine
And drank my fine wine
The judge sentenced him to clink!

(Clink is another word for prison).

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When a man by the name of Spink
Became lost in a good deal of drink
His wife called Clair,
Who is young and fair
Gave me a nod and a wink …

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When, on the winding stair
I met a blond called Flair
My wife Anne
Grabbed a frying pan
And ended that affair!

“My November Guest”, by Robert Frost

“My November Guest”, is a beautiful poem by the American poet Robert Frost. I find the interpretation of Frost’s poem, contained in the above video a convincing one, (that the poem is, in part at least a response to the feelings of melancholy flowing from the season of autumn itself. Beauty is so often tinged with melancholy, for we know that the beautiful flower will fade and die, and that friendship dies with the friend (although, in the latter case the feelings will live on in the heart...

There Was A Young Man Called Chris

There was a young man called Chris
Who said, “it will be such bliss
For on Christmas day
I shall marry Fay
Or perhaps it will be Trish …

There Once Was A Poet Called Hurd

There once was a poet called Hurd
Who’s poems where only one word.
He used pictures too
Of his young wife Lou.
She’s famous, but few have heard of Hurd!

Announcement of the winner of the competition to win a signed copy of “The Writer’s Pen and Other Poems” by poet K Morris

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Earlier today (Sunday 11 November) I offered my readers a chance to win a signed copy of my collection of poems, “The Writer’s Pen and Other Poems”, https://newauthoronline.com/2018/11/11/your-chance-to-win-a-signed-copy-of-the-writers-pen-and-other-poems-by-poet-k-morris/. Many thanks to everyone who shared my poest, it really is appreciated!

Congratulations to Laura, of “All The Shoes I Wear – Writing Down The Bones” (https://alltheshoesiwear.wordpress.com), who correctly identified the po...

Roses Entwine

Roses entwine.
Are they mine
Or thine?
The bee
Will make free
With the flower
For the lifetime of an hour.
Sting
Then, on his swift wing
Flit to an as yet, uncried
Plaything.

O see how man does sow
The seed
To feed
His need
(Although
He may not fertilise).

She does not protest but her eyes
Say
“I would prefer
That there were
Another way.
Yet
The bee will have his honey
And I my money
And when day
Is over, we may
Both regret”.

At the going down of the sun we shall remember them

One of my earliest recollections of growing up in Liverpool, is of a relative (I called him big granddad or Captain Jim), who had fought and been wounded in World War I. I remember him tapping with the walking stick, which he invariably used, on the fish tank which sat in a corner of my grandfather’s (on my Mother’s side) living room. In later life I learned that he had been (and remained until his death) a member of the Labour Party and that meetings of the local organisation had taken place...

Your chance to win a signed copy of “The Writer’s Pen and Other Poems” by poet K Morris

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I am offering my readers the chance to win a signed copy of my collection of poems, “The Writer’s Pen and Other Poems”, (paperback edition), https://www.amazon.com/dp/1730814883/.

The Rules:

1. Only one signed copy of “The Writer’s Pen and Other Poems” is available.
2. The first person to provide the answer to the question posed at the end of this post will receive a signed copy of my book.
3. The winner will have their prize mailed to them in December 2018.
4. Anyone (irrespective of their...

Auschwitz

The Champagne Epicurean

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“Along the train tracks a group of Jewish boys were singing. It was magical. I hated them. How dare they let magic into this living hell? And then, I saw her. I saw the woman who would become my wife posing for a photo at the gates of Auschwitz.”

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For most of the people walking into the gates of that cold, wind-swept institution, most of their impressions of the war and the Holocaust came from films like Schindler’s List and Boy in the Striped Pyjamas.

One man,...