K. Morris's Blog, page 377
July 3, 2019
A Man May Be
A man may be
A Tory
Of the deepest blue
Or a Socialist of the strongest hue
Of red,
Yet with sadness shake his head
At what
His own lot
Do when
The legislative pen
Falls to them . . .
July 2, 2019
When A Young Lady Whose Name Is White
When a young lady whose name is White
Got into a bit of a fight
Over her missing left shoe,
With a girl called Lou,
I went and hid her right!
—
When a young lady whose name is White
Got into a bit of a fight
With a girl called Lou,
Over her missing left shoe,
I wished them both “good night!”.
—
When a young lady whose name is White
Said, “I like Wuthering Height”,
And I asked, “do you mean Heights?”
She took off her tights
And said, “lets not discuss literature tonight!”.
Do Poets Attempt To “Control” People?
On my way home yesterday evening, I bumped into an acquaintence and engaged in one of those random and somewhat odd conversations one does, on occasions find oneself involved in. My acquaintence with the gentleman with whom I spoke is of a passing nature, in that we have spent a few minutes chatting when we encounter one another. However, yesterday evening we spent some 40 minutes or so talking, during the course of which I learned that he is an artist. This led me to mention that I write poe...
July 1, 2019
BY THE RIVER
A powerful poem by Lorraine.
Yesterday as we drove
Through a foreign land
Close yet far
I sensed a darkness
Mysteries held
An iceberg
Of former times
Beyond the concrete barrier
A river
That called many
And enticed a few
That plucked some from life
By force
That became a resting place for sorrows
Once turbulent
A place of killing
Of undoing
I see the traces
I hear the moaning of souls
I walk in the graveyard
And hear the river sing
Nostalgia? well perhaps, or maybe . . .
In 2016, I published my poem, Squire and Peasant, https://kmorrispoet.com/2016/05/12/squire-and-peasant/.
The above is one of the poems I am minded to read at a poetry reading on Thursday 4 July. This will be a private event (unfortunately not open to the public), hence I wanted to share this poem here in order that it may be more widely enjoyed.
Kevin
Kevin
June 30, 2019
“I am the girl with tiny arms”
“I am the girl with tiny arms”
You said. and now I
Sigh, and think on the charms
Of the tiny arms
Of a girl of 20 or so.
Although I know
That it will
Never be so.
Still, a man may,
Fruitlessly, pray.
There Once Was A Wasp With No Sting
There once was a wasp with no sting
Who said, “life is a most unfair thing,
As when I attack
They always come back”,
And he wept at the lack of a sting.
I Know A Young Lady Named Bland
I know a young lady named Bland
Who is fond of the handstand,
But her dress being short
I think that I ought
To warn that young lady Bland!
When A Young Man Named Ed
When a young man named Ed
Read a poem about women and bed,
A few fell asleep
Whilst others did weep,
And the bishop shook his great head.
When A Young Lady Whose Name Is Jane
When a young lady whose name is Jane
Said, “there is much pleasure in pain.
I shall go first
For better or worse,
I said, “just board the blooming train!”.
