K. Morris's Blog, page 657
August 14, 2016
Itch
An itch, once scratched may sleep
But will creep
Back.
The flame
Inflames
And we lack
The will
To be still
So tease
And please the inflammation.
Anticipation
Grows
And on dainty toes
Enters, and does prettily sigh,
“Try
One more time,
For to scratch an itch is truly divine”.
We pine for pleasure,
Act on desire, then repent at leisure.
KAI Presents… Sally Cronin!
Kev’s Author Interviews Presents:Sally’s forthcomming book sounds like a fascinating read. It will be published in November 2016. In the meantime you can find Sally’s book by following the link in her below interview.
Hi I am Sally Cronin and am a writer. Over my career in various industries I have written everything from advertising copy to million pound budgets (sometimes there is a hint of fiction in everything!) I made a radical career change in my early...
The Writer’s Itch To Share Their Creative Work #SundayBlogShare #writers #writer
Will my words fly like a beautiful bird to the moon, or sink like a led balloon to be forgotten all to soon …
Have you ever had a powerful itch to share something you have created or written…and then post sharing spiralled into writer panic mode?
Perhaps it wasn’t your best work or it was something very different to what you have done before and you were nervous about how it would be received? Maybe you are like me and just get carried away with the excitement of showing the...
The Dangers Posed by Electric Cars to Blind People
The Guide Dogs for the Blind Association (the UK charity which trains assistance dogs for visually impaired people) is campaigning to raise the issue of the danger posed by electric cars to those with sight loss. Electric vehicles make little noise which make them particularly dangerous to people who are visually impaired and rely on their hearing to get around safely. To watch the video please follow this link, http://www.guidedogs.org.uk/supportus/campaigns/#.V7AUojVMTIU.
August 12, 2016
There Was A Young Man Called Shakespeare
There was a young man called Shakespeare
Who said, “I have no fear
That I can write a play”,
So he scribbled away,
Which kept him in shoes and beer!
August 11, 2016
Ethereal
Sunlight slants through branches.
The ethereal girl dances
As the poet romances
Her
Out of the summer air.
The trill
Of an evening blackbird
Is heard.
Then without a word
She is gone,
Though in his heart she lives on.
Perchance
She will dance
Once more
When Autumn winds roar,
And clothed in russet gown
We will lie down
And forever, sleep
There Was A Young Lady Called Anna
There was a young lady called Anna
Who swallowed a very large spanner.
When the doctor tried to fix her
She said, with a glare,
“I will mend myself with that spanner”!
BLOODLETTING BY ERIC SYRDAL
BLOODLETTING
by
Eric Syrdal
Once again
She
summoned to this place
against her will
never shy from battle
never austere in the face
of consequence
ever rising up against
that which would seek
to pin a name tag on her
significance
yet again she finds
she is brought back
to answer for deeds of which
she is guiltless
the crime lies
in the drawing of steel
ambition to claim
far beyond what the universe
decides is available
pursuit of oneness of mind
control over her vital organs of...
August 10, 2016
Collaborative Blogs
A useful list of blogs for those interested in collaborating with others/sharing their work. Kevin
I am keeping a list of Collaborative Poetry websites for anyone who likes to submit their writings on fellow blogger sites. This is what I have so far. Please contact me if you know of any other Collaborative websites that you would like to see added. This can also include Artists’ Collaboratives. If you have a blog that accepts submissions, please let me know. A special thanks...
There Was A Young Man Called Bert
There was a young man called Bert
Who was a terrible flirt.
He met a girl one day
Who to his dismay
Knocked him down in the dirt!
