K. Morris's Blog, page 627
December 17, 2016
Public Property
Being blind and a guide dog owner, the following post struck a chord with me (http://viscourse.blogspot.co.uk/2016/09/public-property.html). In it, Deborah, a visually impaired guide dog owner, describes how a lady interrupted her conversation with a friend in order to ask whether she could pet Deborah’s guide dog. When Deborah said “no” the interrupter left in a huff, which to me is remarkable given that she had rudely interposed in a conversation in order to gratify her desire to pet Debora...
December 16, 2016
Unheard
If I could be one with the song of the birds
No words
Would I require,
But man’s desire
Led to his fall,
And now the call
Of the bird
Goes unheard
By those drunk on their own words
December 15, 2016
Red Beach
A red beach.
The tide’s reach
Will wash away
This human clay.
Today
The mercenaries
Will take their pay.
December 14, 2016
Mad, bad and dangerous to know
I am in need of a trip to the barber’s, (I fully intend to pay a visit this weekend)! The length of my hair caused an acquaintance to remark that I had a “Byronic” look. Does that mean that I am, as Lady Caroline Lamb remarked of Lord Byron, “mad, bad and dangerous to know” I wonder?!
Mind your Phrases!
The producers of “Game of Thrones” threatened to sue a 13-year-old girl for using the phrase “winter is coming” in art work she had uploaded to the internet and shared on social media. The producers of “Game of Thrones” argue that the phrase is central to the series and they own the rights to it.
On the face of it this is a worrying development. Copyright is there to protect the intellectual property of creatives (authors, painters, poets etc). It plays a vital role in ensuring the creator of...
Posting A Letter
Posting a letter yesterday,
On my way
To the pub,
I pondered on this red survivor of a vanishing age.
People flip the page
On devices unknown
In my youth.
Wrapped up in their phone
Do they ponder on the age-old truth
That all fades away, as the vehicles that wiz so fast
By this survivor from the past?
I remember a time when the postman brought more than junk mail.
Now when the email fails
We are all at sea,,
While the luddite in me
Yearns for letters and the feel
Of something real.
December 13, 2016
There Was A Young Lady Called Rose
There was a young lady called Rose
Who decided a poem to compose.
She wrote a verse most fine,
While drunk on cheap wine
And tattooed it right on her nose …!
December 12, 2016
A useful list of internet radio stations
A useful list of internet radio stations, many of which I was unfamiliar with until I came across them in The Telegraph, http://www.telegraph.co.uk/radio/what-to-listen-to/the-best-internet-radio-stations/.
While I don’t have my own internet radio station, I do post recordings of many of my poems on Youtube. To visit my Youtube channel please go here, https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCN3pONsulEAkJdLcwDQMi9A.
Kevin
December 11, 2016
Where we going?.
A beautiful poem. Kevin
Where poets meet to write about hopes and dreams
Stare into night given skies
Filled with constellations
So beautiful they are
As the moon offers a cradle
To sleep
Once words have been placed
On parched paper
Knowing they weep
poet NbJ
photo taken 2006
Relaxing
Yesterday (Saturday 10 December) I had been concentrating on my writing for a protracted period. I had gone into my living room in order to take a break from the creative process. My mind was, however still busily turning over ideas and I was not, in truth in a state of relaxation. Then, suddenly I heard a snorting noise and my guide dog, Trigger presented me with a rope toy he had received as a present from a colleague. I began tugging. Trigger, his tail waving madly pulled in the opposite d...
