K. Morris's Blog, page 171

The Lighted Department Store

The lighted department store.
The welcoming pub door
All attract and distract
Us from the fact
That lights go out
And the merry shout
Of the drinker passes
As the final glasses
Of our day
Are cleared away.

Training with My New Guide Dog Apollo

On 4 November, I wrote about the impending arrival of my new guide dog Apollo, https://kmorrispoet.com/2021/11/04/my-new-guide-dog/.

Apollo and me posing for a family photo

Apollo arrived on Monday 8 November, and I have been bonding and training with him since then. Thus far we have walked to my local Sainsburys supermarket, which is located some 10-15 minutes from my home. Initially the walk took place with Apollo on the lead with me using a white cane whilst accompanied by the trainer from th...

Guest Writer Spot

Many thanks to Esther Chilton for hosting me on her blog. Please do visit the original post. Kevin

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Wishing you a happy Friday! It’s my Guest Writer Spot time. This week, it’s the turn of Kevin Morris. He’s written a beautiful poem for us to enjoy.

Muddy

By

Kevin Morris

Thoughts muddy
I shall forsake
And take
Refuge in my study,
Among poets who speak
Words that endure beyond a week.

I shall sit listening to birdsong.
The long
Summer days will imperceptibly tu...

I Must Confess

I must confess
That I obsess
On autumn leaves.

The trees
Are bare.

My hair
Has turned grey.

I could dye.
But each man’s day
Must end. my friend

There Was a Young Lady Named Karen

There was a young lady named Karen
Who married an old man called Darren.
But he had an affair
With her best friend Claire,
So she left that rat for Sharon!

Maddie and Her Sugar Daddy

A young lady whose name is Maddie
Being in search of a sweet sugar daddy
Met a man called Ken
(Who, being fond of men),
Sold Maddie a fine old tea caddy!

There Once Was a Young Lady Named Whiting

There once was a young lady named Whiting
Who, being fond of the new and exciting
Dated a vampire called George,
Who on her did gorge.
Which soon put an end to Miss Whiting!

If My Clock Antique

If my clock antique
Could, somehow speak
What would it say?

Yet, it’s chime
Speaks of time
And my brief day.

Last Night as I Homeward Went

Last night as I homeward went
I met a girl from Kent.
When I wrote a rhyme
About the concept of time
She wept and returned to Kent!

Last Night I Went

Last night I went
For a walk
Through fallen leaves
And thought
How their sweet scent
Will soon
Be spent.