K. Morris's Blog, page 413
March 18, 2019
Inhibitions
High-heel shoes.
Short dress.
Booze.
Confess,
Inhibitions lose
What is Free-Verse Poetry? – by Melissa Donovan…
Most of my poems are written in rhyme, although one should never force a rhyme where no rhyme should properly be. I find an intrinsic beauty in rhyming poetry but, of course such works as “The Wasteland” are truly great examples of free verse poetry.
Chris The Story Reading Ape's Blog
Most of my favorite poems are written in free verse, which means they do not fall under the constraints of form poetry. Not that I have anything against form poetry — it’s a lovely tradition...
When An Anoying Young Man Named Royce
When an annoying young man named Royce
Said “please don’t raise your voice!”,
And I replied, “I am speaking low!”,
And he remarked, “I know!”,
I used a word most choice!
March 17, 2019
A Sign Fell Yesterday
A sign fell.
I can not tell
What it said,
As being blind
I could not read
This fallen thing
Brought down by the wind.
Perhaps it advertised “property for sale”,
Or some such
Stuff at which people clutch.
It was blowing a gale
Yesterday.
The Girl Who Wasn’t There And Other Poems
I was pleased to come across this review of my collection of poems, “The Girl Who Wasn’t There and Other Poems”. My thanks to Kevin Cooper for taking the time to read and review my book.
The great Oscar Wilde remarked, “We are all in the gutter, but some of us are looking at the stars”.
Many of the poems in this collection portray people struggling in life’s gutter.
“Lonely men of a certain age” hear the voices of young women and yearn for something beyond “sterile sitting rooms”...
There Once Was A Man Named Hurd
There once was a man named Hurd
Who, wishing to fly like a bird
Flapped both of his arms,
Which caused great alarms,
And the vicar to say a rude word!
A Bird At Dusk I Left
A bird,
At dusk I left
Singing in the darkening park.
I heard
As I walked away
His song,
And half longed to stay,
But left
My solitary friend
To wend
My way home
Alone, save for his evening hymn,
Which is now a part
Of my oh, so human, heart
March 16, 2019
Chrysanthemums
Supermarket aisles.
Plastic smiles
And chrysanthemums I bought
As they brought
To mind
My grandfather’s garden, and hours
Spent amongst the scent
Of flowers.
Yet I find
But little scent
In these doctored blooms.
Twig
On my way
Through the park today
I did
Snap a twig
And the wind said unto me,
“How easy ’tis, to break a twig,
Or tree”.
A Forward Young Lady Named Pam
A forward young lady named Pam
Maintains an Instagram,
Containing lots and lots
Of hot erotic shots,
But you should see my Instagram …!
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A forward young lady named Pam
Maintains an Instagram,
Containing lots and lots
Of hot erotic shots,
Or so I’m told by Pam …!
Note: I don’t have an Instagram. Leastways I am not admitting to having one …
