K. Morris's Blog, page 528

There Was A Young Lady Named Spink

There was a young lady named Spink
Who composed a letter using invisible ink.
Her correspondent (who was named Black)
Wrote “I regret that I lack
The means to know what you think!”.

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A Bird Sang

A bird sang
In the churchyard as I
Passed by.
A thought unbidden sprang
Into my heart.
For all my art
I know that I shall die.

2 Limericks

There was a young man named Dave
Who lived in a draughty old cave.
When his girlfriend Kim
Moved in with him
Her mother did rant and rave!

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There was a young man named Hyde
Who said “history is on Marx’s side”.
The wheel of history moved on
And Karl Marx is long gone.
As for Hyde, he long ago died.

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What Are The Pros And Cons Of Blogging From The Perspective Of A Poet?

What are the pros and cons of blogging from the perspective of a poet? To answer this question one needs to consider matters which touch wholly on poetry, and issues pertaining to blogging more generally. The below should be read baring in mind the caveat that (to state the blatantly obvious) poets are individuals and what works for one will not (necessarily) work for another. With that caveat on the table, here are my pros and cons.

Pros

1. Publishing your poetry on a blog brings it to the...

There Was A Young Lady Named Liz

There was a young lady named Liz
Who said “it certainly is
A most heinous crime
When poetry fails to rhyme.
It gets me in a tiz!”.

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Feet

Examining my feet
I find that they are smooth
More or less
Though I must confess
That the odd groove
Leads I know not whither.

Some find eroticism in naked feet,
Their passion grows
At the sight of dainty toes.
Others reel
On seeing a pointy heel.
They themselves lose
In girl and shoes …

What strange objects are feet
That people greet
The sight of these workaday things
With lust or disgust.
I am even told
That some feel neither, and are left cold
By these plates of meat.

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Book Review: My Old Clock I Wind and Other Poems by K. Morris

Thank you to Audrey Driscoll for taking the time to read and review “My Old Clock I Wind And Other Poems”.

Audrey Driscoll's Blog

The first poem in this collection of 74 contains the theme that pervades the entire work – the relentless passage of time.

Morris’s verses are products of reflection and mature thought, expressing both resignation and a zest for life. This poet is not fighting advancing age and eventual death, but lives with an intense awareness of the temporary nature of human li...

There Was A Young Poet Named Dan

There was a young poet named Dan
Who’s lines point blank refused to scan.
He went out on a dinner date
With my good friend Kate
And romanced her in his van!

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There was a young poet named Dan
Who’s lines point blank refused to scan.
He went out on a dinner date
With my good friend Kate
And enacted a cunning plan!

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There was a young poet named Dan
Who’s lines refused point blank to scan.
He went out on a dinner date
With my good friend Kate
And talked about his first love Anne!

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There...

There Was A Young Lady Called Molly

There was a young lady called Molly
Who had a sister by the name of Holly.
One bleak day
I regret to say
They stole my shopping trolley!

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There was a young lady called Molly
Who had a sister by the name of Holly.
One fine day
(I blush to say)
I proposed to Molly and her sister, Holly!

What Is Guilt?

What is guilt?
‘Tis Macbeth’s hands incarnadine
Turning the green seas red.
‘Tis wine
By lovers spilt
At night’s dead
Hour on quilt.

‘Tis a man’s flushed face
And a girl’s disgrace.
‘Tis a whispering voice
Which says “you had a choice
And chose
To taint the barely opened rose”.

‘Tis a cigarette
Smoked by a kind of lover
To cover
The silence of regret.

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