K. Morris's Blog, page 94
April 15, 2023
2 Reviews on Goodreads of my poetry collection, More Poetic Meanderings
I was delighted to receive the below 2 reviews of my recently released poetry collection, More Poetic Meanderings, on Goodreads.
Audrey Driscoll’s Review of More Poetic Meanderings
“Short lines and few words convey often vivid images. The poems show the poet moving through his days, passing by gravestones, feeling rain falling, hearing birdcalls. Almost always, the last line is a reminder that death comes to all and life’s pleasures are fleeting.
“Nature” expresses this well with “…the bu...
Late Night Doorbell
Doorbell late at night.
In she slips.
A man’s brief delight
As curtains twitch …
There Once Was a Man Named Prufrock
There once was a man named Prufrock
Who became known for losing a sock.
He dreamed of a mermaid,
(Who was far from staid).
So I guess she kept his sock!
April 13, 2023
Party Time
A young lady who is really arty
Is a member of the Labour Party.
Her Conservative old lover
Has a Communist brother
Who likes to dress as a smarty!
The Poetic Old Goat
I know a most poetic old goat
Who composes poetry whilst in a moat.
A young lady named Gwen
Is due here at 10.
She calls me her poetic old goat …!
April 12, 2023
Blackmailing Lee
When a young man whose name was Lee
Tried to blackmail me whilst out at sea,
He got eaten by a lion,
By the name of big Brian –
Which was strange as we where at sea …!
April 11, 2023
Pearl Who is Known as a Very Good Girl
A young lady whose name is Pearl
Is known as a very good girl.
Her dear friend Miss White
Walks the streets at night.
I hear she’s a very bad girl …!
April 10, 2023
The Clock on the Wall
The clock on the wall
Watches us all
As we eat and sleep.
Sometimes the clock’s
Steady tick tock
Is heard over words.
Or, when alone
Sometimes I see
Time’s great scythe
Moving closer to me.
When, and Where
I heard birds
And the clock,
And wondered,
When, and where
My heart
Will stop.
April 9, 2023
On a Quiet Sunday
On a quiet Sunday
In Spring
I heard the clock’s
Tick tock.
It said, “this day
Of spring
Is full of sunshine.
Girls without socks
Play. But sunshine
Does not stay.
And all rhyme
Has it’s time”.
