K. Morris's Blog, page 438

A Pretty Young Lady Named Hogg

A pretty young lady named Hogg
Owns a rather large dog.
When she comes round to mine
We drink fine wine
And then we walk the dog …

Happy New Year

I see Janus looking forward and back. I hope that 2019 sees the god of doorways smiling upon you.

With very best wishes – Kevin

A walk through Spa Woods

Earlier this afternoon I took a walk with my friend Shanelle through Spa Woods, which is situated some few minutes walk from my home. Prior to entering the woods, one comes across Tivoli Lodge, built in 1830 by Decimus Burton. Initially it served as the entrance lodge to Royal Beulah Spa and Pleasure Gardens, though the Spa has now been demolished.

Please see photos of our walk and the woods below:

 

[image error]Myself and Trigger outside of Tivoli Lodge.

[image error]Myself and Trigger outside of Tivoli Lodge, but w...

There Once Was A Poet Called Purse

There once was a poet called Purse
Who’s poems became steadily worse.
His work was so bad
That it drove the critics quite mad
So they paid him to stop writing verse!

The Alternative Acknowledgements (humour)

(The below is written firmly with my tongue in my cheek. Well maybe …)!

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I would like to thank the following for their assistance in completing this book:

My editor, for taking my meagre gains from my literary eforts. (any remaining errors are, needless to say entirely his responsibility, and nothing to do with me squire!).

My partner, Miss Slapdash for her terrible cooking which, being wholly inedible drove me back to my study thereby encouraging me to write.

My publican, Mr Dodgy Geezer fo...

The Evening Bird Has the Last Word

The evening bird
Has the last word
Ere night closes.
In on virtue and sin.

The poet supposes
That another sun
Will come
and he will thrill
To birdsong once more.
Ere his day is o’er.

On Going to Bed Last Night

On going to bed last night
I met a young woman in white.
When I said, “please leave!”.
She said, “can’t you perceive
That you are in the wrong room tonight …?!”.

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On going to bed last night
I met a young lady in white.
When I asked, “who are you?”
She said, “have you seen my left shoe?
And this dress it is far too tight!”.

‘A Dream within a Dream’: A Poem by Edgar Allan Poe

Interesting Literature

How can we separate reality from illusion? What if, to quote from Edgar Allan Poe, ‘All that we see or seem / Is but a dream within a dream’? ‘A Dream within a Dream’ muses on the fragility and fleetingness of everything, and asks whether anything we do has any lasting or real effect. ‘A Dream within a Dream’ by Edgar Allan Poe (1809-49) is one of Poe’s best-known poems.

‘A Dream within a Dream’ by Edgar Allan Poe

Take this kiss upon the brow!
And, in parting from you...

I Have Lost My Soul

I have lost my soul
In a hole
Of pleasure and pain.
A brief absence of thought,
I am forever caught
On the wheel of no gain.

Fantasies Come Out In Dreams

Fantasies come out in dreams
When consciousness streams
Unopposed.
Her clothes
Are lost
At no cost
To the dreamer or to her.
And, come the morn
The dreamer is from his fantasy torn
And the wolf returns to his lair.
But, have a care
Lest in sleep
You her name speak
For respectability is a thin veil
And friends would turn pale
Where they to know
Where you go
In sleep