K. Morris's Blog, page 726
September 6, 2015
Digressing
A beautiful poem. Kevin
Originally posted on field of thorns:
Artist, Emilia Wilk
Digressing
Tanka Haiku Hybrid
September 05, 2015
I
As the seasons pass
Beyond the smoke and mirrors
Have you been counting
All of the full and new moons?
Last we spoke —it wasthe last
II
Did you know, Autumn?
She’s my dearest time of year
Please wait, I’m rambling
Hermystical amber glow
Afternoons’ yellow-beauty
III
She floods all the rooms
Ah, such a sight to behold
View golden sunlight
Pass th...
The Sunday Show – Chris, The Story Reading Ape – Payback time.
An ape who has done much to help others. Thank you Chris (and Sally for interviewing the banana chomper). Kevin
Originally posted on Smorgasbord - Variety is the spice of life:
Chris the Story Reading Ape is a friend to Indie Authors across all genres and abilities. Apart from opening up his blog up to writers to promote themselves and their books, he also provides some excellent posts in the form of tutorials that are very valuable for both experienced and novice write...
Mail Order Bride
I swallowed my pride
and ordered a mail order bride.
She arrived posthaste at my place.
She was cross but pretty
Having travelled from a foreign city
In a cardboard box.
The mailman was shocked
When she knocked
To obtain release.
He called the police
Who attended our wedding feast!
September 5, 2015
Day Is Done…
This poem speaks for itself. Kevin
Originally posted on The Return of the Modern Philosopher:
As I do,
Every night
At this time,
When the sun
Disappears
From the sky,
I went out
To the porch
To take in
The flag.
I had learned
As a Boy Scout
That the flag
Should never
Be left
All alone
In the dark.
Tonight,
However,
A thought
Came to me
As I collected
Old Glory.
Here it was,
A long,
Holiday weekend,
And once again,
I was
All
By
Myself.
No one
Would be coming
To make sure...
Under The Stars
Looking for a saviour under the stars
Men slow then stop their cars.
Girls under street lamps stand
Waiting for their lord’s command.
Needle pricks scar their arms
Still men discern a certain charm.
Girls think of their next fix
Man moistens his dry lips.
“I seek a saviour of a kind
In the hope some inner peace I may find”
He says shuddering at her needle lines.
“Your saviour I will be
Provided you can pay my fee.
A girl must live. Love isn’t free”,
She says gazing at a distant tree.
She thin...
September 4, 2015
Should Prostitution Be Decriminilised?
Below is a discussion regarding the decision of Amnesty International to support the decriminilisation of prostitution. There are some interesting points made on both sides of the argument.
(In the UK it is legal for someone over the age of 18 to buy or sell sex provided the sex worker is not subjected to coercion. It is an absolute offence to pay for sex with a person who has been forced into prostitution irrespective of whether the person handing over money is aware that the prostitute is b...
September 2, 2015
Children
Originally posted on Nothing Gold Can Stay:
Do you remember those late summer days
When you follwed me through blueberry trees?
You wanted to kiss my blue stained lips
But I slipped from your grasp
Laughed as I skipped
Ready for the chase
I was young enough to still fear your need
Still young enough for daydreams
“Will you find me when we’ve grown?”
I asked as we jumped the bales of hay
“I’ll follow you around the world.”
You lied so easily
Do you remember when you finally caught me?
One laz...
September 1, 2015
Life
Originally posted on arwenaragornstar:
My desperate embrace, my grab for life
we are
joined, but joyless – yet joy there willbe
as
to live on – one must heed the decree
that
dark turns to light with a roll of the dice
Image: “the Kiss” sculpture by Auguste Rodin
Credit: musee-Rodin.fr
August 31, 2015
Gaming
She dances with ghosts in the machine,
Flickering images pervade her dreams.
She has no need of romance it seems,
Just friends who flicker then die on screen.
Ghost-like she games through the night,
The thrill of playing does her excite.
She avoids love’s sting,
Gaming is her thing!
“The Girl Who Wasn’t There And Other Poems”, Cover Reveal
Many thanks to Chris Graham (AKA The Story Reading Ape) for designing the book cover for my forthcoming collection of poetry, “The Girl Who Wasn’t There And Other Poems”. I had originally intended to entitle my book, “We are All In The Gutter, But Some Of Us Are Looking At The Stars”. However, on reflection I determined on “The Girl Who Wasn’t There And Other Poems”. The Wilde quote does however live on as can be seen from the description on the back cover.
I am aiming to publish “The Girl W...
