K. Morris's Blog, page 575

Nails

She is having her nails done
(For a girl must have fun).
They are long and false,
And tomorrow they will waltz

The Rod That Destroys

The rod that destroys
Girls and boys,
Rises in expense.
A brief recompense
Of joys
For the boys
(Perhaps),
Followed by a collapse.

Girls check clocks,
And scrabble for socks
On floors
Where many have searched before.
Then comb their hair
As boys look on,
Willing them to be gone.

Goblins and Elves

Numerous connections.
Disections
Of selves.
The goblin delves deep.
I wonder
Do only elves weep?

A Connection

A connection
With no fear of acceptance
Or rejection.
As there is nothing to accept
Or reject
Save for that
Of which we shall not speak

Dante Among the Machines: Margaret Oliphant’s ‘The Land of Darkness’

A fascinating look at distopian literature. I haven’t read any of the books mentioned here (other than “The Time Machine”).

Interesting Literature

In this week’s Dispatches from the Secret Library, Dr Oliver Tearle considers a curious dystopian story by Queen Victoria’s favourite novelist

The terms ‘dystopian’ and ‘ecology’ both gained currency in the mid-nineteenth century, although ‘dystopia’ has been traced back even earlier. The Victorian era witnessed the emergence of a new genre of sci...

This Internet Thing

“This internet thing
Can only immorality bring.
I mean,
Imagine the scene
Where Jack can be Jill
(and almost certainly will),
For who can see behind the screen
Of this new fangled computer machine?”

In my day we had top shelf magazines
And watched scenes
On video
(on second thoughts best not go
There)!
Anyway I swear
That society is going to pot,
(have you got
Any by the way? …)”.

Update to my About page

I have updated my “About” page to include details of my recently published collection of poetry, “My Old Clock I Wind and Other Poems”.

Links to all of my published works can be found here, https://newauthoronline.com/about/.

Kevin

There Was A Young Man From Kent

There was a young man from Kent
Who all his money spent,
On women and booze,
And expensive shoes.
But he gave them up for Lent!

The Value of Poetry

Do say
How much would you pay
For a book of 92 pages
(It took me ages
And many rewrites,
Oft late into the night
To get my poetry right!)

Do you care, dear reader how I toiled
Over the midnight oil
To produce this slim volume?
Which will grace your room
(or maybe not, its true
For it all depends on one’s point of view)!

Many a man will his sorrows drown
In a night on the town,
And choose
To Spend his cash
In a manner most rash,
And will selfishly refuse
To pay for a poet’s booze …!

There Was A Young Lady Called Claire

There was a young lady called Claire
Who point blank refused to swear.
She met a man named Dan,
Who had an extremely naughty plan,
Which nearly made Claire swear!