K. Morris's Blog, page 447

We Have No Control Over the Sleeping Head

We have no control
Over the sleeping head
And dread
That our soul
May be exposed to the light of day.
For dark fantasies creep
Out in sleep
And in the land
Of dreams none may command
His wandering hand.

When we awake
Our dreams we shake
Off.
Yet, sometimes we may,
In the quiet of the day
Hear the devil cough
And whisper low
“I know
Where you go
In sleep …”.

I Know a Young Lady Called Mel

I know a young lady called Mel
Who nothing but lies does tell.
She says that when she came round to mine
That it wasn’t to dine,
But its only the truth I tell …

Starting work on a selection of my humorous verse

In September, I was honoured to appear on Chris the Story Reading Ape’s blog to talk about my love of nonsense verse, https://thestoryreadingapeblog.com/2018/09/29/nonsense-verse-guest-post-by-kevin-morris/.

For some time now I have been mulling over the idea of producing a selection of my own limericks, humorous and satirical verse, (you can find links to several of such poems below). I have now decided to go-ahead with compiling such a collection and will post updates here.

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Miss White...

How do you read?

A thought-provoking and well-written article by Sue Vincent regarding the merits and demerits of reading online and losing onself in a traditional, paper book. Being blind and unable to read print, I welcome the ability to read material online using my screen reading software (Job Access with Speech or JAWS) which converts text into speech and braille on a Windows computer. I also appreciate the text to speech facility on my Kindle and have spent many happy hours having books read aloud to me...

Claire and Lou

I know a young Socialist called Claire

Who thinks inequality most unfair.

Her butler Bill

Is with her still

Which shows she really does care …

 

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I met a young lady called Lou

Who swore she would be true.

But when a girl called Hocking

Lost her fine silk stocking

Lou she swore we’re through

Early Morning Humour

A young man by the name of Spink
Is very fond of a drink.
But when he broke into mine
And drank my fine wine
The judge sentenced him to clink!

(Clink is another word for prison).

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When a man by the name of Spink
Became lost in a good deal of drink
His wife called Clair,
Who is young and fair
Gave me a nod and a wink …

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When, on the winding stair
I met a blond called Flair
My wife Anne
Grabbed a frying pan
And ended that affair!

“My November Guest”, by Robert Frost

“My November Guest”, is a beautiful poem by the American poet Robert Frost. I find the interpretation of Frost’s poem, contained in the above video a convincing one, (that the poem is, in part at least a response to the feelings of melancholy flowing from the season of autumn itself. Beauty is so often tinged with melancholy, for we know that the beautiful flower will fade and die, and that friendship dies with the friend (although, in the latter case the feelings will live on in the heart...

There Was A Young Man Called Chris

There was a young man called Chris
Who said, “it will be such bliss
For on Christmas day
I shall marry Fay
Or perhaps it will be Trish …

There Once Was A Poet Called Hurd

There once was a poet called Hurd
Who’s poems where only one word.
He used pictures too
Of his young wife Lou.
She’s famous, but few have heard of Hurd!

Announcement of the winner of the competition to win a signed copy of “The Writer’s Pen and Other Poems” by poet K Morris

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Earlier today (Sunday 11 November) I offered my readers a chance to win a signed copy of my collection of poems, “The Writer’s Pen and Other Poems”, https://newauthoronline.com/2018/11/11/your-chance-to-win-a-signed-copy-of-the-writers-pen-and-other-poems-by-poet-k-morris/. Many thanks to everyone who shared my poest, it really is appreciated!

Congratulations to Laura, of “All The Shoes I Wear – Writing Down The Bones” (https://alltheshoesiwear.wordpress.com), who correctly identified the po...