K. Morris's Blog, page 522
February 8, 2018
This game they play
This game they play
Day after day
Where there are no winners
(only sinners)
And losers.
Beggers can’t be choosers
And what is choice
Anyway?
They say
“You pays your money and you takes your choice”,
But when one voice
Is with experience rich
Who will warn
The fawn
That from it’s mother is torn
Of the oncoming car
That will go too far
And the impending ditch?
February 7, 2018
I Beg You!
“Don’t say its not expensive, unless you are going to buy it. I beg!”.
I overheard this snatch of conversation as I walked through the churchyard, on my way to the office yesterday. The oddity of the young woman’s mode of expression struck me. I couldn’t help thinking to myself, that had I wish to convey what the lady expressed, I would have done so rather differently. “I beg you, don’t say that its not expensive unless you are going to buy it”, perhaps. Indeed the use of the word “beg” stru...
“Can you give me a hand?”
Being blind, I often request assistance when crossing busy roads. A couple of days ago I stood at a busy crossing in London’s Victoria Street. When a gentleman approached I asked “can you give me a hand please?” When he answered in the affirmative I thanked him and took hold of his arm just above the elbow.
“That’s my elbow”, he said offering me his hand. I explained that it was, in fact his arm I required and we crossed the road together.
During our short transit across the road and into Vi...
February 6, 2018
There was a young man named Bill
There was a young man named Bill
Who owned a restaurant on a hill.
The customers would dine
And drink fine wine,
But they never paid the bill!
February 5, 2018
There is a sad fascination
There is a sad fascination
In watching a man digging his own tomb.
He protests that he is not
But the graveyard plot
Will consume his name.
He will apportion blame
(To others, for he is pure as the driven snow)
And will go
On digging his own grave.
(Though he could himself save
Had he the courage to gaze
In the glass and view
The situation as others do).
At Night
At night
There is no black and white.
Just the delight
Of you and me,
Converging
Merging,
Completely free
Of race
And place.
(https://lovelycurses.com/february-black-poetry-writing-month/).
February 4, 2018
Black Poetry Writing Month: Traveling through Time… Slavery
I didn’t realise that it is Black Poetry Month until I came across this post.
February is finally here! Did anyone else think January was way too long?
…And too cold; it was definitely too cold!
If February is your month to reset your New Year’s goals (particularly your writing goals), here’s a suggestion for you…
Why not join a new writing challenge?
That’s right. Black Poetry Writing Month (BlaPoWriMo) has returned for a third year, and this time I hope to see lots more partic...
There was a young lady named Leigh
There was a young lady named Leigh
Who drank a good deal of tea.
She drank it every day
But I regret to say
That she never gave any to me!
How much would you pay for a book?
How much would you pay for a book? Or, to put it another way, how much is a book worth to you?
A couple of weeks back, I was chatting to an acquaintance about books. During our conversation my acquaintance stated that many ebooks are overpriced (he mentioned that some cost £7 or more), and given the low cost of producing electronic versions they should be more reasonably priced. He also went on to state that he bought many of his books in charity shops, with many retailing for as little as £...
Of Hills And Poets
Upper Norwood is extremely hilly, hence the title of this poem, “The Poet On The Hill”:
