K. Morris's Blog, page 513

The Afternoon Sun Will Soon Be Done

The afternoon sun
Will soon be done
And each bird that does sing
Will fold it’s wing
In sleep.

Why do I keep
Indoors and maintain
This sad refrain?

All will pass,
Lad and lass,
But until then
There is ink in my pen
And I trust sufficient time
For more than mere rhyme.

A Song With Many Voices: All the Lonely People

Some powerful writing here.

Blood Into Ink

I have always been here, among the lonely people. Despite having people around me, my battles exist within my head and body. To you, I may look normal, but on the inside is a scene entirely different. My constant companions are sadness, frustration, exhaustion — even a fortified fortress to shield me from what the world has and could continue to do to me. Those walls isolate me from my family. The shadows are filled with creatures that know how to h...

There Was A Young Lady Named Claire

There was a young lady named Claire
Who had caveat emptor written on her.
A man named Jim,
Who was somewhat dim
Went and married Claire!

(Note: Caveat Emptor translates as “let the buyer beware”).

There Was A Young Man Named Connor

There was a young man named Connor
Who had a strong sense of honour.
He married a girl called Bess
But he refused to undress
So strong was his sense of honour!

In The Desert Of The Heart

In the desert of the heart
Any touch may start
A flame

Any hand
May command
A hot
Flush
(Wanted or not),
But who are we to rush
To blame?

Is this thing called shame
A social construct that keeps us low?
Many prefer not to go
Down that path
Of enquiry. They laugh,
Make a smutty joke
And on their own hypocrisy choke.

There Was A Young Author Named White

There was a young author named White
Who stayed up late to write.
He went on Facebook
For a quick look
And remained there until the morning light!

“The Devil In The Belfry” by Edgar Alan Poe

The writer, Edgar Alan Poe is noted for his tales of horror and his dark poetry. Those thinking of Poe will, in all probability recollect his dark poem “The Raven” and stories such as “The Fall Of The House Of Usher”. Po was, however also capable of satire as is demonstrated by his short story “The Devil In The Belfry”.

“The Devil In The Belfry” is a satire on a small dutch town in which nothing changes. The inhabitants of the place are contented to live with their clocks which all keep perfe...

In The Early Morning

In the early morning,
Stretching, yawning
I see
The world drear
With all it’s fear.
Or is it me
I see?

There Was A Young Lady Named Ruth

There was a young lady named Ruth
Who invariably told the truth.
Her friends disappeared one by one
Until all of them where gone.
They found her most uncouth!

There Was A Young Lady Named Holly

There was a young lady named Holly
Who stole my favourite brolly.
I met an au pair
Upon the stair.
Her name was Louise or Molly.

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There was a young lady named Holly
Who stole my favourite brolly.
My wife found me with an au pair
Who’s name was Flair
And whacked me with a trolley!