K. Morris's Blog, page 644
October 8, 2016
Spider
Bluffing.
Toughing it out.
The spider expects a rout
And does employ
The oldest stratagem to destroy
Her foe.
Hey ho
There is nothing new under the sun.
A few turn and run,
While others, having done
As the spider does ask
Find it an impossible task
To escape the pretty creature who spins
Her web composed of human sins.
A few demand
To see her hand.
A command
She can not fulfil.
The spider sulks,
Skulks away
And goes in search of other prey.
October 7, 2016
A Very Short Analysis of T. S. Eliot’s The Waste Land
A critical reading of a landmark modernist poem
The Waste Land, first published in 1922, is arguably the most important poem of the whole twentieth century. Written by T. S. Eliot, who was then beginning to make a name for himself following the publication (and modest success) of his first two volumes of poetry, The Waste Land has given rise to more critical analysis and scholarly interpretation than just about any other poem. Critics and readers are still arguing over...
October 6, 2016
A Poem for National Poetry Day
It had slipped my mind
But now I find
That it is National Poetry Day.
Poets will make hay
Or not
Depending on whether they have lost the plot.
I have got
No plot at all
So will my readers stall
With words that writhe
As they strive
To go somewhere.
Shall I write about a pair.
A clever play on pair and pare?
I swear
That the pair
I have in mind
Is more divine
Than any wine
One will find
In vineyard
Where maidens pick the hard fruit.
How long shall I pontificate?
For it is getting late
And Na...
October 5, 2016
Shark
For the blank
Stare
Of the fish tank,
thank
the shark
Who dwelt in the dark
He has had his wish
And eaten all the fish,
But can no longer glare
As consuming his source of food
Perforce
The reaper stark
Did intrude
And made the shark
His food …
Will you be remembered?
For every writer, the one thing they want whether they admit it or not is for their work to be constantly in the public eye. How will they achieve that? By writing numerous works of literature? No!
For you to become noticed globally, your books have to fulfil the following criteria of being highlyoriginal,influential,andimportant.
Each and every one of us secretly hopes that just one of our books will fit the bill. In the meantime with every one we pen, we want it to becom...
October 4, 2016
The Poet On The Hill
The poet on the hill
Sits still
And ponders why
Man must die.
The weather is fine
nature or the divine
causes the sun to shine.
Every living thing
Will have it’s spring.
The newly opened flower
time will devour.
The blossom’s heady scent,
is quickly spent.
Men soon disperse
We are lent this earth.
All must enter the dark wood
The bad along with the good.
The poet continues to ponder
While yonder
The light begins to fade.
Man’s destiny is the grave.
There Was A Young Lady Called Una
There was a young lady called Una
Who went to sea in a schooner
She shared that boat
With a flatulent goat
And wished the journey was over sooner …!
“Dane-Geld” By Rudyard Kipling
IT IS always a temptation to an armed and agile nation
To call upon a neighbour and to say: –
“We invaded you last night – we are quite prepared to fight,
Unless you pay us cash to go away.”
And that is called asking for Dane-geld,
And the people who ask it explain
That you’ve only to pay ’em the Dane-geld
And then you’ll get rid of the Dane!
It is always a temptation for a rich and lazy nation,
To puff and look important and to say: –
“Though we know we should defeat you,
we have not the tim...
There Was A Young Lady Called Jane
There was a young lady called Jane
Who suffered a terrible pain
When she sat on a drawing pin.
Her friend did grin
And said, “no pain, no gain”!
