K. Morris's Blog, page 680
May 6, 2016
In Search of the Ultimate
The search for the ultimate thrill
May chill
Or kill
The fickle heart.
Better to leave dark
Yearnings to art
Where they can do no harm,
Than down the primrose way start.
The charm
Of a thing
May oft times bring
A fleeting pleasure,
But come the set of sun
When our fun is done
The sting
We feel, then repent at leisure.
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“Knock, knock! Never at quiet. What are you? But this place is too cold for hell. I’ll devil-porter it no further. I had thought to have let in some of all professions that...
May 5, 2016
Death is Dead
funeral orations are no longer spoken.
Death’s scythe is broken.
His tread echoes not
And the graveyard plot
No longer inspires dread,
For death is dead!
The ageless sit.
Some wit
Cracks a joke, but there is no laughter
As after
Countless repetitions, humour palls.
Lothario calls
On his latest conquest.
Going through the motions, he longs for rest,
For all passion has long since gone,
And women’s faces have merged and become as one.
Yet he must cary on and on …
The celebrity’s aplomb
Is f...
May 4, 2016
Welcome
Welcome to a world of plastic
Where values elastic
Forever stretch
And men letch
After robot girls
Who are Ever ready for action.
Welcome to a world where satisfaction
Is guaranteed
And men are from bordom freed
By pills
Producing thrills
Of the most delightful kind.
Welcome to a world where the troubled mind
Is no more
For technology has in store
A virtual Paradise, In which dreams that shatter
No longer matter
For the programme can be infinitely changed.
Welcome to a world deranged!
May 3, 2016
Life is but a dream
I spent the earlier portion of this evening with my old friend Jeff. As ever, our conversation ranged far and wide. One topic on which we dwelt at length revolved around what constitutes reality and how, at any given point we can be certain that what we are experiencing is real. When one dies, my friend remarked, the world ceases to exist. While I don’t wish to get into whether my dear friend is, in fact right, I had in the back of my mind during the entirety of our conversation a poem by A....
May 2, 2016
Petition Amazon to stop letting people return ebooks after 15% read!
If one purchases a physical book in a bookstore one can not return it unless there is someting physically wrong with it (E.G. pages bound up-side-down or text missing). However one can, with Amazon return a book when 15 percent read. This seems wholly wrong particularly given that one can sample Kindle titles prior to purchasing them. Kevin
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Blood Orange by: Don Massenzio
The Crowd
I am a ripple lost upon the commotion
Of the great ocean,
As the sea around me roars.
The applause
Of gulls
Lulls
Me towards a kind of doze,
A daydream, wherin I smell the sweet rose
or poetry compose.
Caught in a trap Of my own device.
I hear the clapping hands
Of those I do not understand,
For the flock know not, that they have lost the land.
I could walk away
But I must stay
And try not to guffaw
At the empty roar
Of the fickle crowd.
I would rather be a cloud
That sails high
In a tranq...
May 1, 2016
The Wolf and The Forn
To recognise the human and still do.
To see a heart true
And yet go through
With it, for a deal is a deal,
And ‘tis foretold
That an agreement sealed
By gold
Will hold
For what is sold is forever sold.
The heart may command
The hand
To withdraw
From the wolf’s paw.
But the forn
Torn
By circumstance dallies
With the wolf, who yawns
While the fawn tallies
The cost
Of innocence lost.
April 30, 2016
May
In forests green
I have seen
The nymphs play.
Cometh May
They will around the pole
Dance.
By chance
Some kindred soul
Seeing a special one twirl
Will take a girl
Into his arms
For who can resist the charms
Of beauty fleeting
As the budding rose
Pressed to a young maiden’s nose.
There will be time enough for weeping
When the dance is over
And we are pushing up the clover
April 29, 2016
Sugar
Sugar so sweet
Looks down on girls who, on ill shod feet
Patrol the cold and lonely street.
She turns up her delicate nose
At those who in cheap clothes
Under street lamps pose.
Sugar loves fine wines
And in expensive restaurants dines
With her darling Honey
Who spends his money
As though there were no tomorrow,
Thereby concealing some inner sorrow?
Sugar so sweet
And the girl on the street
Engage in the same profession.
Discretion
Is sugar’s middle name
But, in the end they are both the sa...
