K. Morris's Blog, page 664
July 22, 2016
No Need for Roses
No need for roses to impress
The girl in the short summer dress,
Though there is wine a plenty
To fill the empty
Cup.
A man may sup
And not be filled
Though wine be spilled
Upon the sheet
Where nectar sweet
Runs
And the great tide comes
In once more
To sigh
And die
On barren shore.
July 21, 2016
There Was A Young Man Called Lefroy
There was a young man called Lefroy
Who thought every girl was his toy.
He met a lady called Kate
And learned too late
How a girl can a man’s ego destroy
There Was A Young Man Called Strange
There was a young man called Strange
Who lived in a moated grange.
The moat dried out
And his neighbours did shout,
“You must your affairs rearrange”!
July 20, 2016
Out of Tune
Thunder echoes but Thor
Is no more.
People look skywards as before
But only to remark
That the sky is dark.
The rain will clean
For a while, but the obscene
Heat
That festers in the calculating brain
Will remain.
The sane
Will go with the rain
That cools
While fools
Complain
That nature rules.
The Disease of Being Busy
This excellent post brought to mind Wordsworth’s poem, “The World Is To Much With Us”:
The world is too much with us; late and soon,
Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers;—
Little we see in Nature that is ours;
We have given our hearts away, a sordid boon!
This Sea that bares her bosom to the moon;
The winds that will be howling at all hours,
And are up-gathered now like sleeping flowers;
For this, for everything, we are out of tune;
It moves us not. Great God! I’d rather be
A Pagan...
July 19, 2016
Gall
When the sweating
And the getting
Is almost done
And our sun
Is setting,
Will we count a race well run?
Let us be wary lest the tears fall
And what seemed sweet, turn to gall.
Broken Crown
I watched a teardrop hanging in the sky.
Filled with emotion of the moment, it desperately fought not to die.
I found myself wondering how long it could last.
How long before it fell with a splash?
The finality of that tear’s life dawned on me.
Created with borrowed emotion just to be.
How sad is a life never lived.
And yet a teardrop never truly lives.
An emotional chandelier created from released sadness.
A sparkling crown forever falling down.
Teardrops forming broken crowns.
How they s...
Poetry Book is Out
The very best of luck to the poet with her sales. Kevin
Hello everyone,
I am so excited to announce that my poetry book is out. I have worked so long on this book and I have self-published it. Thank you so much for supporting me and my work.
Much love to all of you.
Chrissy x
There Was A Young Man Called Neil
There was a young man called Neil
Who’s love for a girl was passionate and real.
She said, “Beware,
For people stare
And my heart it is made of steel”!
