K. Morris's Blog, page 551
October 12, 2017
In My Youth
In my youth
To tell truth
Every girl appeared to me
To be
A spark to ignite.
My flame burned bright
And I would take delight
In puppy dreams.
Now it seems
That I have too much
As I at nought but phantoms clutch.
I have delighted
In desire
Unrequited
And received a kind of satisfaction
Through what the vulgar term “action”.
Their fire
Is often cold, although
A few I know
Make a show
Of pretending it is not so.
“A Late Walk” by Robert Frost
Yesterday evening, I took down Robert Frost’s “A Boy’s Will” from my bookshelves and spent a delightful hour or so leafing through it. “A Boy’s Will” contains many wonderful poems, one of my favourites being “A Late Walk” which can be found here, http://www.bartleby.com/117/5.html. If you are unfamiliar with the work of Frost, I highly recommend reading “A Boy’s Will”.
October 11, 2017
Horns & Halos Poetry Collection
A free ebook is available courtesy of the poet from Smashwords, which is a generous gesture on Jennifer’s part.
Poetry is fluid and interchanging based on emotion and perception. It allows both the poet and the reader to discover and interpret the words, for themselves.
Life is a lot like poetry, always changing, unique, flexible, forever challenging the mind, and flooding the senses.
Horns & Halo’s was written to convey this sense of self through both emotion and experience. Ho...
Augurs
Walking through the churchyard
I heard
you talking.
Your word
Was gentle then,
A breeze
Whispering amongst the leaves,
But when
You In anger blow
The wise know
That your breath
Augurs death,
For we reap what we sow.
October 10, 2017
There Was An Elderly Man Named Locke
There was an elderly man named Locke
Who owned a grandfather clock.
Dead on nine
He would dine
To the chimes of that grandfather clock
October 9, 2017
Give Me A Wealthy Patron To Support My Rhyme
Give me a wealthy patron to support my rhyme
That I may please
And gently tease.
But a thought most sad
Drives me mad
For I was born in the modern time!
Shal I compose jingles
To sell pringles?
Or advertise singles
Clubs
Where couples in bath tubs …
No, late at night
I shall continue to write
In rhyme
Until come my time …
There Was A Young Man Named Moor
There was a young man named Moor
Who’s poetry was most obscure.
Much to his surprise
Readers did criticise
So he composed a whole lot more!
Why I am reluctant to comment on the work of fellow poets
It goes without saying that I am delighted whenever readers express appreciation for my work. Its wonderful to know that my poetry brings pleasure to others.
On occasions readers appreciation of my poetry has caused them to contact me requesting that I critique their work. I am greatly flattered when this occurs. However I invariably respond with a courteous decline.
As with all poets, I have my own unique style. This usually entails the extensive use of rhyme. I find an intrinsic beauty in...
There Was A Young Lady Named Kate
There was a young lady named Kate
Who wished to abolish the state.
She became an anarchist bold
But lo and behold
The state outlasted Kate
