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January 6, 2018

“The Sigh That Heaves The Grasses” By A E Housman

The sigh that heaves the grasses
Whence thou wilt never rise
Is of the air that passes
And knows not if it sighs.

The diamond tears adorning
Thy low mound on the lea,
Those are the tears of morning,
That weeps, but not for thee.

I like the unsentimental nature of this poem. As with much of Housman’s verse, there is no sentimentality here. Some poets attribute human qualaties to the natural world. Not so Housman. In “The Sigh That Heaves The Grasses”, the forces of nature: (the air and t...

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Published on January 06, 2018 05:38

My Old Clock I Wind and Other Poems by K Morris – Audiobook Review | LibroLiv

Many thanks to Olivia Emily for taking the time to read and review the audio book of my collection of poetry, “My Old Clock I Wind And Other Poems”. To read the full review please visit the reviewer’s blog. Kevin

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Published on January 06, 2018 02:03

January 5, 2018

Birthday

Tomorrow I shall be forty-nine.
There will be wine
No doubt
And I shall go about
With a smile, for I am not fifty yet.
But you can safely bet
That when I reach that half-century stage
I shall conveniently forget
(For memory fails with age),
And on 6 January twenty-nineteen say
“I am 49 today!”.


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Published on January 05, 2018 06:19

There Was A Young Lady Named Spink

There was a young lady named Spink
Who composed a letter using invisible ink.
Her correspondent (who was named Black)
Wrote “I regret that I lack
The means to know what you think!”.


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Published on January 05, 2018 04:29

January 4, 2018

A Bird Sang

A bird sang
In the churchyard as I
Passed by.
A thought unbidden sprang
Into my heart.
For all my art
I know that I shall die.


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Published on January 04, 2018 12:05

2 Limericks

There was a young man named Dave
Who lived in a draughty old cave.
When his girlfriend Kim
Moved in with him
Her mother did rant and rave!

There was a young man named Hyde
Who said “history is on Marx’s side”.
The wheel of history moved on
And Karl Marx is long gone.
As for Hyde, he long ago died.


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Published on January 04, 2018 04:20

What Are The Pros And Cons Of Blogging From The Perspective Of A Poet?

What are the pros and cons of blogging from the perspective of a poet? To answer this question one needs to consider matters which touch wholly on poetry, and issues pertaining to blogging more generally. The below should be read baring in mind the caveat that (to state the blatantly obvious) poets are individuals and what works for one will not (necessarily) work for another. With that caveat on the table, here are my pros and cons.

Pros

1. Publishing your poetry on a blog brings it to the...

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Published on January 04, 2018 00:44

January 3, 2018

There Was A Young Lady Named Liz

There was a young lady named Liz
Who said “it certainly is
A most heinous crime
When poetry fails to rhyme.
It gets me in a tiz!”.


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Published on January 03, 2018 08:11

Feet

Examining my feet
I find that they are smooth
More or less
Though I must confess
That the odd groove
Leads I know not whither.

Some find eroticism in naked feet,
Their passion grows
At the sight of dainty toes.
Others reel
On seeing a pointy heel.
They themselves lose
In girl and shoes …

What strange objects are feet
That people greet
The sight of these workaday things
With lust or disgust.
I am even told
That some feel neither, and are left cold
By these plates of meat.


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Published on January 03, 2018 05:47

January 2, 2018

Book Review: My Old Clock I Wind and Other Poems by K. Morris

Thank you to Audrey Driscoll for taking the time to read and review “My Old Clock I Wind And Other Poems”.

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The first poem in this collection of 74 contains the theme that pervades the entire work – the relentless passage of time.

Morris’s verses are products of reflection and mature thought, expressing both resignation and a zest for life. This poet is not fighting advancing age and eventual death, but lives with an intense awareness of the temporary nature of human li...

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Published on January 02, 2018 23:34