K. Morris's Blog, page 608
February 24, 2017
The Old Squire
The old squire knew he would die.
Heaving a sigh
He beckoned to his wife.
“Come near,
My dear.
The strife
Of life
Will soon be done.
I hear yonder church clock,
Chime.
O how time does run
Away.
Soon death will on this great door knock
And take my soul away.
Pray
One thing I would know
Before I go.
Was it you,
My wife most true
Or my mistress with her ribbons so gay,
Who put poison in my cup today?!”
February 23, 2017
Kevin’s poetry to be featured on Croydon Radio, on Saturday 25 February, between 4-6 pm
I am pleased to announce that several of my poems are scheduled to be broadcast on Croydon Radio’s Saturday Show, which is presented by Tom Cannon, and airs between 4-6 pm on Saturday 25 February. For further details on the Saturday Show please visit HERE.
For a my previous interview, in which I discussed my collection of poetry, “Lost in the Labyrinth of My Mind” with Tom, please visit HERE.
February 22, 2017
The Whispering Wind
The wind she whispered in the trees.
Her voice I heard, but did not heed.
Now my sorrow is sighing with the breeze.
Wind
I can hear the wind laughing outside
At our human pride.
The tide
Of time moves on
And we are gone,
With the wind
That will rescind
All
These scribbles on the wall.
There Was A Young Man Called Stone
There was a young man called Stone
Who stole his dog’s bone.
The dog did howl,
Then, with a growl,
He ate his master’s phone!
February 21, 2017
And the winner is … Print!
Prior to the birth of the internet, the only options open to aspiring writers (other than being published by a traditional publisher) where to pay what was often a small fortune to a self-publishing company or (if they happened to get lucky) find a magazine/journal who would publish their work. The web now allows anyone with an internet connection to publish online or via ebook platforms such as Amazon’s Kindle Direct Publishing (KDP). All this technological development is to be welcomed but...
Shall I Compare Thee?
Shall I compare thee to a prickly pear?
Thou art more fair
Than the wild rose
That in thorny profusion grows.
There the bee goes
Then stings my nose
Shall I Sit Out This Dance?
Shall I sit out this dance
As the dancers prance
Heedlessly by.
Why
On occasions Can I not join in
With my companions and grin?
The song
Of the throng
Helps me forget
And yet
I am not as other men,
For when
I smile
There is, all the while
Within
The knowledge of this temporary din.
Others see it to
But construe
Me speaking of such a thing
As bad form and bring
The conversation around
To matters less profound.
But, when they are alone
Do they not think on skin and bone?
I can reduce my compani...
February 20, 2017
A Scammer Came Acalling
“Mr Morris?”
“Whose calling?”
“Your internet provider”.
“And who is my internet provider?”
“I’m calling from” (the caller proceeds to mention an internet service provider (ISP), but not the company who provide me with both my web connection and telephone line, and, not surprisingly, I hang up without another word)!
Given that my home telephone number (landline) is unlisted in the telephone directory, heaven only knows how these scammers obtained my number! My ISP has been hacked, several time...
February 19, 2017
Rise in the number of children calling a helpline as parents are TOO DRUNK . . .
“CHILDREN as young as five are calling a helpline to be read bedtime stories because their alcoholic parents are too drunk to tuck them in at night”,
http://www.express.co.uk/news/uk/769135/Children-call-helplines-for-bedtimes-stories.
This is just so incredibly sad.
