K. Morris's Blog, page 611
February 12, 2017
Lethe
Thank you to Roberta Pimentel for publishing my poem, “Lethe” as a guest post. For “Lethe” please visit http://robertapimentel.com/2017/02/12/lethe-guest-post-by-kevin-morris/
There Was A Young Lady Called Tash
There was a young lady called Tash
Who being strapped for cash,
Drove a Sherman tank,
Through the wall of a bank.
You should have heard that terrible crash!
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What The Neighbours See
What the neighbours see
Need not concern you and me,
For our lives are so boring
We will have them snoring.
So lets continue ignoring
The twitching curtain
For it is certain
They can only perceive
The milkman leave
The milk,
As we wave him goodbye in our dressinggown of silk …
What the neighbours spy
Need not concern you and I
For walls are thin
And we can not help but hear the din
Of the squeaking bed
When Mrs Ed
Is away.
So we say
“Hi”
As we pass by
But do not catch our neighbour’s eye …
...
February 11, 2017
20 Funny Dedications
Many of these are extremely funny. Kevin
Stephen Fry,The Liar
1. To President Woodrow Wilson, from his only Vice.
– Dedication inVice President Tom Marshall’s memoir
2.Hi Dad! *waves*
–Kiera Cass,The Selection
3. I should be remiss, indeed, if I failed to acknowledge my indebtedness to the People’s Bank ofBridgeport, the Connecticut Lightand Power Co., the New England Telephone Co., Sears Roebuck,Casey Fuel, the West Redding Market, the Internal Revenue Department, and anothe...
Inane
All pop songs sound the same.
Different voices
Singing of supermarket choices
Made by airheads who cavort
To music bought
By those who find a temporary bliss,
In a kiss,
Then move on to the next passing fad.
I am glad
For the snow came today.
It will not stay
But this cold I feel
Reminds me what is real.
I shall pray for rain
For it cleanses this inane
Civilisation of ours
And causes the flowers to bloom.
While You And I
The chatter
Of girls who clatter
By
On stillettos high,
Giggling about their latest guy.
Pointy heels delight,
Excite
And tear apart
A young man’s heart.
Girls once dreamed of mansions in the Cheshire countryside
But time’s tide
Runs on.
Youth is almost gone
And dreams turn to the waking nightmare
Of the needle-strewn stair
In a tower block too high
For you or I
But a mother and a screaming baby live there,
While you and I pretend to care.
What’s Your Motivation for Writing? – Guest Post by Jaq D Hawkins…
Chris The Story Reading Ape's Blog
It isn’t just a byproduct of the digital publishing age. From the time that book publishing became available to the masses instead of just royalty and the super rich, countless people have asserted that they have a book in them, all they need do is write it.
Many give as reasons that they have something to say or just have a need to express themselves. However, if you look at the sales figures for books over the last couple of centuries, the largest majorit...
February 10, 2017
There Was A Young DJ Called Weeks
There was a young DJ called Weeks,
Who said “the broadcaster speaks!”.
He addressed the invisible crowd,
In a voice firm and loud,
But his listeners heard only squeaks!.
February 9, 2017
Do You Possess?
Look into my heart,
Do you possess the art
To reveal
That which I would conceal?
Like an eel
I am hard to grasp.
‘Tis perhaps
An impossible task,
So tell me my friend can you reveal
That which I would conceal?
Beauty is truth, and truth beauty
From time to time, a line of poetry pops into my head. I can’t shake off the words of the poet and remain a little restless until the author of said lines has been discovered by me.
Recently the following lines kept running around in my mind
“Beauty is truth, truth beauty,—that is all
Ye know on earth, and all ye need to know.”
A quick Google search reveals that the above beautiful words where penned by John Keats and appear in his Ode on a Grecian Urn
The internet is often attacked for “dumb...
