K. Morris's Blog, page 128
July 24, 2022
He Unburdens His Soul to Her
He unburdens his soul to her.
You would swear that she cares.
The time on her expensive mobile
Says, “you pay for my style
And my new phone.
Then I go home
And you, left alone
Smell perfume that lingers
In your bedroom, and on fingers.
Then you make a bank transfer,
Just to show that you care”.
Wind and Rain
I heard the wind blow
Through this wood I love.
When I go
Wind will blow.
And rain pour,
Though I am no more.
Yet it comforts me so.
July 23, 2022
Fay Who Would Ceaselessly Say the Word Hay
There was a young lady named Fay
Who would ceaselessly say the word hay.
She met a horse
Who did, of course
Mistake that young lady Fay for hay!
My Poem “A Summer Butterfly” Included on the World Poetry Reading Series for 21 July
I am pleased to announce that my poem A Summer Butterfly has been included on the World Poetry Reading Series for 21 July. A Summer Butterfly is read by Ariadne Sawyer and can be found approximately 6 minutes into the podcast https://www.mixcloud.com/VictorSchwartzman/world-poetry-cafe-for-july-21-2022/.
I listened to the show using Google Chrome. However, other browsers should also work. You don’t need an account on Mixcloud in order to listen.
You can find a transcript of my poem here https:...
July 22, 2022
My Dog Whose Name is Joan
My dog whose name is Joan
Is fond of chewing a bone.
Whilst in the graveyard
She chews real hard,
Which makes the poor vicar moan!
Lost Contacts
Emails sent to old contacts
Is like needles in haystacks.
Some emails come back.
They’ve changed their address.
A girl lost her dress.
And I’ve lost another contact.
Lou and Miss Hocking
I know a young lady named Lou
Who is known for losing her shoe.
My friend Miss Hocking
Loses many a stocking
When she visits me along with Lou …
July 21, 2022
When An Elderly Gentleman Named Nool
When an elderly gentleman named Nool
Fell from a high bar stool,
A doctor called Ted
Said, “he’s stone dead!”,
And I quickly grabbed that stool!
July 20, 2022
As I Climbed My Apartment’s Old Stairs
As I climbed my apartment’s old stairs
I met a young lady with pears.
I said to her, “lucy,
Your fruit looks real juicy”.
She said, “and what about my pears?”
When the Ghost of Edgar Alan Poe
When the ghost of Edgar Alan Poe
Appeared to a young lady named Flow,
She said to him, “sir,
My name it is Claire”.
Why she lied I really don’t know!
