A young man named Gus
Created a most terrible fuss
When his girlfriend Pearl
Gave me a twirl,
On the number 7 bus!
A Young Man Named Gus
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Monthly Archives: July 2019
Lesbos
In his bedroom
Perfume hangs
In the air.
She dreams not of he,
But of sea
And the cost
Of a trip from Lesbos
Not My Type
I swear
That she
Was not my type,
Yet that night
Something other than empathy
Did stir
In me.
Maybe ’twas merely
Her body’s scent . . .
I thought her vulgar,
A judgement perhaps unfair,
But something other than empathy
Did stir
In me
That night,
Although I swear
That she
Was not my type.
An animal attraction maybe
To her,
But something other than empathy
Did stir
In me
That night,
Although I swear
That she
Was not my type.
Monday Afternoon Humour
My friend whose name is Moria
Has married the local squire.
He sleeps all day
And the people say,
That the squire’s a vampire!
—
A young lady whose name is Moria
Said, “of your poetry I shall never tire.
But oh my sweet honey,
As you have no money,
I shall have to marry the local squire!”.
The Aesthetica Creative Writing Award
“The Aesthetica Creative Writing Award is an international literary prize that is a hotbed for new talent in Poetry and Short Fiction.
The Prize, now in its 13th year, is organised by the art and culture publication, Aesthetica Magazine.
Every year, we support both emerging and established writers and through the Prize, we offer publication in an anthology that is an inspiring collection of narrative and poetic forms”.
To read more, or to enter please visit https://www.aestheticamagazine.com/creative-writing-award/
The Man With The Mop
The man with the mop
Waits in the wings
But we do not
Speak of such things.
Tiredness brings us to a stop,
And the man with the mop
Waits, unseen
In the wings
Ready to clean.
But we must
Not speak of dust
Or other such things,
But the man with the mop,
He waits in the wings.
Finally beginning work on a selected poems
After lots of excuses to myself, I have determined to finally sit down and draw together a Selected Poems. Those of you who follow this blog, will know that I have previously mentioned my intention to do this, however, excuses are now at an end and I shall be noticeable by my absence as I work on this project.
To be frank, I enjoy writing which does, on the whole come easily to me. In contrast pulling together a poetry collection and/or selection is a chore, (albeit a pleasant one), hence me not having begun work on it as yet.
Incidentally, if anyone has experience of producing a Selected Poems, I would be interested in hearing from them. My understanding from Amazon is that a poet may produce a Selected Poems and that will not be construed as a duplication of their existing work. Again, if any of my reader’s understanding differs from that outlined above, do, please let me know either by commenting on this post or, alternatively via email to kmorris poet (at) gmail dot com). Please note, the address is rendered thus in an attempt to defeat spammers!
Kevin
Roses Smell Sweeter In Childhood
Roses smell sweeter in childhood
Their scent
Being natural and good.
I repent
Of scentless flowers
And myriad hours
Spent trying to grow
What ought not
To grow,
And would,
If I could
Spurn these flowers, purchased on a whim
And return
To a time ere Adam did sin
With Eve.
But I can only grieve
And count the cost
Of Paradise lost.
—
(The reference to paradise lost pertains to Milton’s fine poem of the same title).
Women’s Poetry Prize
The Mslexia and PBS Women’s Poetry and Pamphlet Competitions are back! Entries are now open until the 16th September 2019, 5pm GMT.
To read more please follow this link, https://www.poetrybooks.co.uk/pages/mslexia-pbs-womens-poetry-prize
When a young man named Jame
When a young man named Jame
Said, “I always get the blame!”,
And I replied, “but it was you!”,
He said, “that may well be true,
But I always get the blame!”.
K Morris - Poet 