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Great Feedback On My “Selected Poems”

I was delighted to receive the following email earlier today:

“Dear Mr Morris,
I am writing to tell you that your poems in “The Collected Poems of K Morris” that you gave me on the train on my way to college are exceptional. You might not remember me but I am the girl doing politics and history that you met on the train and gifted your amazing book to. I have always been interested in writing poems and therefore you have really inspired me to carry on my interest and write some poems of my own. I would really like to thank you for gifting me your book and inspiring me to continue writing”.

The Selected Poems of K. Morris

“The Selected Poems of K Morris” can be found here https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B07WW8WXPP/ (for the UK), and here https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07WW8WXPP/. (for amazon.com customers).

(Please note, I have not included the young lady’s name in order to protect her privacy).

flâneur

When I met a young lady named Flair

Who said, “sir, you are merely a flâneur!”

I said, “I observe the street

And many people I meet.

But Flair, tell me what is a flâneur !”

Andy the Dandy

My friend whose name is Andy

Has a reputation as a dandy.

He thought Miss Mandy hot

And offered her cheap chocolate.

But Mandy she preferred a shandy!

 

Beyond Birdsong

I awake from sleep

And start my day

With tea.

 

I feel the life within me

Flowing strong

I will be

Just me

Ere I find sleep

Again.

 

Sometimes I weep

But the wood

Is full of birdsong.

 

I will walk there again

For I am half in love

And I do not have long

Ere sleep finally takes me

To beyond birdsong,

Love and sleep

 

Open Window

I open my window

And listen to bird calls

As rain falls

To the garden below.

 

This is the timeless time

Of nature’s passing rhyme.

But work calls

And I must go.

 

Yet the fall

Of the rain

And the bird’s call

Remain

 

 

Marr’s Scandolous Memoir

I know a young lady named Marr

Who is writing a most scandalous memoir.

She has just turned 22

And has already been through

Countless ripped dresses and tonight’s torn bra …

Breath

The cold takes my breath.

I kick a branch away

And think of death.

 

 

Winter will not stay.

The wind through branches sighs

Then dies away.

 

 

And I will lie

As that bough

Lies now

While birds sing

In spring.

The Vicar’s Daughter

When the vicar’s daughter named Miss Lee

Said, “life is merely a tragic comedy!”

And she danced quite nude,

Which the congregation found rude!

I made her a nice cup of tea!

Time’s Halter

Tired.

Not inspired

To write tonight.

 

Light

Grows dim.

Seconds pass.

Pub and friends beckon.

 

 

The cheerful lights

Shut out the night.

But all dims

And the dark descends

In the end

 

Yet I laugh

And pass my time

In rhyme and friends

 

No-one can stop

The ever present clock

For Time’s halter

Holds us all

In thrall

Yet still we pretend …

Email Problems (Please Read if you Would Like to Contact Me)

I have lost access to the email address associated with my blog, and which a number of my followers use to contact me. Whilst I am in the process of attempting to recover my email address, can anyone wishing to contact me please do so at triggerdog 101 (at) me dot com. The email address is rendered thus in order to defeat spammers!

 

Many thanks.