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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”.
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...
There Was A Young Poet Named Dan
There was a young poet named Dan
Who’s lines point blank refused to scan.
He went out on a dinner date
With my good friend Kate
And romanced her in his van!
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There was a young poet named Dan
Who’s lines point blank refused to scan.
He went out on a dinner date
With my good friend Kate
And enacted a cunning plan!
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There was a young poet named Dan
Who’s lines refused point blank to scan.
He went out on a dinner date
With my good friend Kate
And talked about his first love Anne!
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There...
There Was A Young Lady Called Molly
There was a young lady called Molly
Who had a sister by the name of Holly.
One bleak day
I regret to say
They stole my shopping trolley!
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There was a young lady called Molly
Who had a sister by the name of Holly.
One fine day
(I blush to say)
I proposed to Molly and her sister, Holly!
January 1, 2018
What Is Guilt?
What is guilt?
‘Tis Macbeth’s hands incarnadine
Turning the green seas red.
‘Tis wine
By lovers spilt
At night’s dead
Hour on quilt.
‘Tis a man’s flushed face
And a girl’s disgrace.
‘Tis a whispering voice
Which says “you had a choice
And chose
To taint the barely opened rose”.
‘Tis a cigarette
Smoked by a kind of lover
To cover
The silence of regret.
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There Was A Young Man Named Sun
There was a young man named Sun
Who carried a large shotgun.
He saw a bird
Which, without a word
Shot him, just for fun!
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December 31, 2017
There Was A Young Lady Named Kaye
There was a young lady named Kaye
Who had absolutely nothing worthwhile to say.
But she said it with such style
And with a bewitching smile,
So she is on celebrity TV today!
(It goes without saying that the Kay in the above limerick is wholly ficticious and that any resemblance to a person now living is purely coincidental).
Shall I Forsake Kipling And Blake
Shall I forsake
Kipling and Blake
For a dull technocracy
Where man is no longer free?
Modernity calls.
Tradition falls
Away.
We are all the same today.
But I, like some stubborn goat
Shall build a moat
Against it all
And think on ancient hall
And a simpler time
When to rhyme
Or to speak out of turn was no crime.
One must not say such and such
For it is all too much
For youth
(And some aged too)
Who refuse to
Discuss what they believe to be true
For they hate
Debate
Which made England great...
The Man Of The World’s Visitors
Most say
“I shall give it up one day.
But I have bills to pay
And its an easy way
To earn cash.
I am not rash
(Like some of the others you may know).
So let us go
To your room
Where I shall for a while
Dispell your gloom
With my painted smile”.
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There Was A Young Lady Named Holly
There was a young lady named Holly
Who lived in an ancient folly.
One day at dawn
She danced in the corn
As the farmer whacked her with his brolly!
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The New Year
It is my belief
That a man
Can turn over a new leaf.
But it is easier (at any time
Of year)
To rhyme
Than it is to adhere
To resolutions made in wine and beer.
A happy new year to you all
And, if you should fall
Perchance my words you may recall.
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Putting aside poetry, in all sincerity, I wish you all the very best for 2018.
Kevin
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