K. Morris's Blog, page 283

Do Good Men Count Sheep

Do good men count sheep
As they enter dreamless sleep.
And bad men count heels
(And, losing count of deals
Done for fun
Fall into a troubled sleep)?

Do good men cherish each part
Of a lovers heart.
Whilst wicked men
Take up their pen
When a girl departs,
And immortalise them in art?

The Netherlands Advises Single People to Find Corona Sex Buddies

The BBC reports that:

The Dutch government has issued new guidance to single people seeking intimacy during the pandemic, advising them to find a sex buddy.

The National Institute for Public Health and the Environment (RIVM) says singletons should come to an arrangement with one other person.

But pairings should avoid sex if one of them suspects they have coronavirus, the advice says.

The guidance comes after critics said there was no sex advice for singles. (See ...

“Ode to a Nightingale” by John Keats, read by Stephen Fry

Yesterday evening, I ran a quiz for friends on Zoom. One of the questions I posed was who wrote these lines:

My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains
My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk,
Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains
One minute past, and Lethe-wards had sunk:
Tis not through envy of thy happy lot,
But being too happy in thine happiness,
That thou, light-winged Dryad of the trees
In some melodious plot
Of beechen green, and shadows numberless,
Singest of summer in...

Caught Up in Thought

Caught up in thought
Amidst these spring flowers.
How many hours
Have I spent
Denying that our time is lent.

Then, birdsong
Breaks through my useless thought.
And I recognise
That human eyes
Do not see for long.
And that I ought
To fill my mind
With birdsong.

Yet, I find
That my brain
Oft runs like an express train
And will not be still.

But, sometimes, its just the sky
And I
And the poignancy of birdsong,
That will not last long.

Girls Online

There was a young lady truly divine
Who spent much of her time online.
When on the internet
Her name was Yvette.
But she was Ted when not online

He Digs

He digs.
She
Indifferent is,
But likes what he
Will give
To dig.

He digs
A hole
And, therein, looses his soul.
She
Indifferent is
But likes what he
Will give,
To dig.

He has dug
Many a hole.
Her hug
Is cold.
But she
Likes what he
Will give
To dig.

A Cosmic Villanelle

I enjoyed this poem by Veronica, hence the share.

The Waves of Poetry

Mars, The God of War by VINCENT DI FATE

Star One by VINCENT DI FATE

All One Universe (1995) by VINCENT DI FATE

The Demu Trilogy by VINCENT DI FATE

Starswarm by VINCENT DI FATE

World of Tomorrow by VINCENT DI FATE

I would give my last breath to be with you - We can't find solace in a wistful dream: No pain is greater than a brief adieu! Amidst the galaxy's celestial view, By night and day, my earthly fears grow...

Lou Who Was Not Political

There was a young lady named Lou
Who said, I never will politics do.
My nextdoor neighbour
Always votes Labour.
But Im a Conservative through and through!.

The Pubs Are All Closed

Girls in short clothes
Still go by.
But, the pubs are all closed
And I
Feel the unreal, steal
Over England.

One should not
Shake a hand.
But the weather is hot
And girls in short clothes
Go by.
But the pubs are closed
And I
Voice the unspoken,
How many little communities will reopen?
And how many die?.

The pub is part
(And sometimes the heart)
Of local society.
How much variety
Will we lose?
Its not merely booze
But birds of diverse feather
Coming together,
Through diversity in unity.

I...

There Was A Young Lady Named Maude

There was a young lady named Maude
Who, feeling extremely bored
Said, to miss Bess,
Let us both undress.
And the general unsheathed his great sword.