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February 20, 2019

Chore

As a poet (or writer/author of any description), the most important activity is, to state the blatantly obvious that of writing. Its tempting to regard promoting one’s work as a chore. So far as my poetry is concerned, most of my promoting consists of posting examples of my work on this site (kmorrispoet.com) and, by so doing bringing my writing to the attention of a wider audience.

Notwithstanding the publication of examples of my poetry on this site (which provides me with pleasure as I kn...

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Published on February 20, 2019 22:43

My Site’s Address Has Changed to kmorrispoet.com

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On 17 February, I wrote a post about changes to my website, which can be found here https://kmorrispoet.com/2019/02/17/changes-to-newauthoronline/. In it, I explained that the title of my site has changed to “K Morris – Poet”, and the tagline to “Kevin Morris poet”. I went on to explain that my site can now be accessed from 2 addresses – kmorrispoet.com and newauthoronline.com.

Readers of this blog will see that the blog’s primary address (the address you see in your browser’s address bar) h...

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Published on February 20, 2019 04:43

February 19, 2019

When A Young Man of Stroud

When a young man of Stroud
Wrote, “death be not proud”,
A poet named John Donne
Sued him (just for fun),
And bankrupted that young man of Stroud!

(“Death Be Not Proud” was written by the English poet John Donne, https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Death_Be_Not_Proud_(poem).

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Published on February 19, 2019 22:49

When A Young Lady Whose Name Is Sue

When a young lady whose name is Sue
Got stuck in a public loo,
She said, with a sigh,
“I don’t know why
Someone put glue on this loo!”.

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Published on February 19, 2019 12:52

Fire

The below poem was written late at night. I don’t often compose poetry on or around midnight. However “Fire” was composed in the wee small hours, when sombre thoughts are wont to come into one’s mind.

I have felt the fire’s power;
It Kindles brightly and sinks within the hour.
I have watched the embers dying fast;
Looked into the future and gazed into the past.
I have raked the ashes cold, felt the bleakness in my soul.

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Published on February 19, 2019 12:32

Link, link, link – Is your site accessible?

I am blind, and use Job Access with Speech (JAWS) software which converts text into speech and braille enabling me to use a Windows computer or laptop, (http://www.freedomscientific.com/products/software/jaws/). One of the problems I face when navigating the web is the lack (on some sites) of clearly labelled sharing buttons. For example I have lost count of the number of occasions on which I have come across something along the following lines:
Link
Link
Link
Link
(with none of the links bei...

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Published on February 19, 2019 04:51

February 18, 2019

The Imprint Where She Lay

The imprint where she lay
Can be washed away.
A single hair may remain.
And the stain,
Unseen?
That,, one can not clean.

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Published on February 18, 2019 22:30

A Far-Sighted Young Lady Named Lou

A far-sighted young lady named Lou
Established a company producing strong glue.
Each day at midnight
She would update her website,
Which she started in 1902!

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Published on February 18, 2019 04:00

February 17, 2019

Dog and Ball

Dogs help us to live in the moment, something we humans are often not very good at doing. As someone who grew up around dogs, and has been lucky enough to work with 4 guide dogs, including my current friend and helper, Trigger, I feel privileged to have known the canine companions who have, for a time, enriched my life).

K Morris - Poet

My head full
Of dull
Thought.
Then the ball you caught
And waving your tail
Did derail
My introspection.
How can I suffer dejection
When I recollect your play...

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Published on February 17, 2019 23:12