K. Morris's Blog, page 676
May 30, 2016
Utopia
I saw Utopia like some bright star.
It burned far
Away and the nearer
I drew the clearer
It shonne on bones white
That glistened in it’s baileful light.
I saw man, his head in a book,
He dained not to look
At the earth but dwelt
In a world of ideas and felt
That if only man would conform to his abstract theory
This planet dreary
Would become a paradise, where man would reach for the sky.
As time passed he wondered why
The star
Was just as far
Away
As the day
On which he first read Marx or s...
May 29, 2016
New generation buying books to express their personalities
According to an article in “The Telegraph” a new generation are buying books in order to express their personality. Some of these books remain unread on shelves but, a Foyle’s representative does not see this as a problem as, sooner or later these works will be picked up by their owner and read. For the article please go to, http://www.telegraph.co.uk/news/2016/05/29/new-generation-buying-books-to-express-their-personalities/
Watch out authors (well, maybe)
A couple of weeks ago I fell into conversation with a teacher of music. She had just purchased my book, “Lost in the Labyrinth of My Mind” and our conversation turned to matters of creativity. I asked whether she believed that computers would ever be able to produce music of the same standard as that of Mozart and other great composers? She responded with a question of her own, “could a computer ever produce poetry of the same standard as that of the great poets?”
The above is an interesting...
May 27, 2016
Train
My thoughts travel back
Down history’s track.
I hear the clack
Of the wheels of the train
Running through my nostalgic brain.
I recollect separate carriages, each with an individual door,
And me reading,
My imagination feeding
On the contents of a magazine,
Today, no longer seen.
Who could ask for more?
Often I sat alone.
There was No mobile phone
To disturb my contemplation.
The nation
Has moved on.
And the old characterful trains have gone.
I have to accept
That which I would reject,
A per...
May 25, 2016
K Morris reading his poem ‘Midnight’.
Me reading my poem ‘Midnight’, which can be found in in ‘Dalliance; a collection of poetry and prose’: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Bidx3qZ6RZA
You can get ‘Dalliance’ here for the UK: http://www.amazon.co.uk/Dalliance-collection-poetry-prose-Morris-ebook/dp/B00QQVJC7E and here for the US: http://www.amazon.com/Dalliance-collection-poetry-prose-Morris-ebook/dp/B00QQVJC7E
May 24, 2016
To my Dog, Trigger
My dog yelps in his sleep.
Can a canine weep?
And what thoughts of joy or pain
Pass through his sleeping brain?
In an exstasy of sound and smell
You dwell.
The freshly roasted chicken, just out of reach is sheer hell
To my friend
Who’s end
Is food and play.
Your day
Will not be so long as mine,
Yet we humans whine
While you in the moment live
And give such love
To your god above
Who sits envying you your state of grace.
Would that I could change place
With you
My friend true.
Forever Still
He feared he would drown
In his words profound.
But the water barely wet his toes.
One day the poet knows
The river will run dry
And try
Though he will,
His muse shall be, forever still
May 23, 2016
Hitler And Stalin
The Gulag.
The present like the past is mad.
Black clad figures
Their fingers on triggers.
Russian or Prussian?
An interesting discussion.
Jews and Kulaks their lives lose.
Who to choose?
A man drowning in his country’s blood,
Or one who would destroy Jewry if he could?
What a choice.
History’s voice
is cold and level,
“We allied with the devil,
To destroy his twin,
the mirror image of him.
The world is a better place
But a nasty taste
Still lingers.
Man has burned his finger...
Short Stories & Poetry
Animal Tales is a lovely collection of short stories and poetry about cats, dogs, birds, and even a mouse wins admiration. Most of these tales were inspired by real life events.
Proceeds from Animal Tales are donated to the RSPCA, and other Animal Rescue Centres. So far PDFs has been forwarded to three people for their charities to set up as a free download directly from their charity website allowing them to retain 100% of any proceeds.
To obtain a free PDF cop...
The Internet of Things
“The Blackbird on the wing, so sweetly sings
And brings
Joy to we two
Who
Through
These wild flowers
Walk and talk,
Whiling away many an hour”.
But she put no store
In my words
Nor in the singing of the birds,
Which went unheard,
For the ring
She wore
Was connected to the Internet of Things.
