K. Morris's Blog, page 515
March 4, 2018
Kevin Morris reading his poem ‘Shall I sit out this dance?’
“Shall I Sit Out This Dance”? can be found in my collection of poetry, “My Old Clock I Wind”, which is available (in paperback and ebook) from Moyhill Publishing (moyhill.com/clock). It can also be found in the Amazon Kindle store and is available (in braille) from the Royal National Institute of Blind People.
Poet Kevin Morris reading his poem ‘Shall I sit out this dance?’
There Was A Young Lady Named Flair
There was a young lady named Flair
Who entered the wolf’s lair.
The wolf heaved a sigh
Then, with a tear in his eye
He devoured that young lady Flair …
—
There was a young lady named Flair
Who entered the wolf’s lair.
The wolf being a bit of a lad
Said “I am really most glad
To have you here in my lair …
Why Do Certain Sounds Bring Sadness To Mind?
Why do certain sounds bring
Sadness to mind?
I find
That when birds sing
And engine’s notes are in distance
Lost, that my resistance
To melancholy
Is low
And I go
In search of Keat’s Nightingale.
Yet tis folly
I think
To drink
Too much of Keat’s brimming cup.
But o how sweet it is to sup
At melancholy’s table
Provided we are able
To partake of her store
For a while,
Then, with a wisthful smile
Withdraw.
March 3, 2018
The Price of a Like
I agree with much of this post and, in particular with the following statement:
“We fail to find comfort in genuine human connection now, seeking instead to find a virtual connection. Real life communication has changed to “DM’s” and
“tweets”. I am not saying these are bad, but rather understand that a balance must be made and if you find yourself clinging to each like, hoping to reach
a certain number, it may be time to reflect”.A week or so ago, I received a comment consisting of a link to...
There Was A Young Student From Stroud
There was a young student from Stroud
Who wrote “death be not proud”.
His teacher Matt
Said “Donne penned that!
You plagiarising young man from Stroud!”.
The Sword Of Damocles
Can the poet avoid the Sword of Damocles
Suspended above his head
By the thinnest thread?
His pleas
To those who he has offended
That he is merely speaking the truth
Will not prevent
The descent
Of sword from roof.
The poet’s curse
Is to write verse
That will
Sometimes chill
His readers to the heart.
They will traduce
Him for his art,
But the sword of truth
He must brandish high
Else he will die
Waking Early
On the cabinet, next to my bed, is a talking alarm clock with a big yellow button which, when pressed announces the time.
March 2, 2018
The Cliff Path
We walk the cliff path of Brexit
And pass
A mock-up of the empire
And Oxford’s dreaming spire.
The exit
Is down or up?
March 1, 2018
China Bans George Orwell’s “Nineteen Eighty-Four”
On reading that the Chinese government has banned George Orwell’s “Nineteen Eighty-Four” and “Animal Farm”, (https://www.standard.co.uk/news/world/china-bans-the-letter-n-and-george-orwells-animal-farm-as-president-xi-jinping-extends-grip-on-power-a3777686.html), I was reminded of Lord Acton’s remark that:
“Power tends to corrupt, and absolute power corrupts absolutely. Great men are
almost always bad men,…”. (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/John_Dalberg-Acton,_1st_Baron_Acton).
The Acton quote...
