Birds outside my window
Visit me today.
But they
Never stay.
Young women go
By on the street.
Their stilettoed feet
Tick tock like clocks.
And I rhyme
Of old Father Time
And clocks
That stop.
Outside
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Author Archives: K Morris Poet
My Valentine’s Night
When a nubile young lady named White
Invited me out on Saint Valentine’s Night,
Miss Nell came as well
With the most Reverend Bell,
And the waitress she wore Angel Delight!
Twitter Limits Tweet Frequency
Yesterday evening I attempted to send a Tweet only to receive the message that I had exceeded my daily limit. I had not previously come across this and, following some Googling found this article in the Hollywood reporter which states:
“The company said it will now limit users to a maximum of 2,400 tweets a day, but users reported being prevented from tweeting far below that limit”, https://www.hollywoodreporter.com/business/digital/twitter-limits-tweet-frequency-1235320995/.
In addition to sharing my own poetry, I do share news articles and other material on Twitter. However, my daily Tweets have never come anywhere close to 2,400! Where they to do so I would be spending my whole day at my computer or on my mobile!
This is, obviously a manifestation of the problems besetting Twitter who are doing a good job of incentivising users such as myself to delete Twitter!
I shall monitor the situation but, if things don’t improve radically I shall be saying a not very fond farewell to Twitter!
Scrolling
In constant scrolling
We find Gradgrind,
Doling
Out the same
Diet
Of pleasure and pain
To the unquiet mind.
When a Young Lady Brandishing a Cucumber
When a young lady brandishing a cucumber
Awakened me from my very deep slumber,
And I said, “Mis Parrot,
Do you fancy a carrot?”.
She said, “no, I’m brandishing this cucumber!”.
Vicar Ray
When my friend the good vicar Ray
Knelt, and said, “let us all pray”.
Sinful Miss Coral
Did something immoral.
And the ambassador urged diplomacy on Ray!
When a Vicious Young Man of Bristol
When a vicious young man of Bristol
Threatened me with his rapier and pistol,
A girl named Lake
Distracted him with cake,
And I whacked him with Miss Crystal!
When a Young Lady Wearing a Hat
When a young lady wearing a hat
Said, “tell me, do you fancy that?”.
I said, “Miss Coral,
I’m far too moral!
But I really do like that hat!”.
Churchyard Birds
These trees
Speak to me
Of mortality.
Touching old bark
And cold gravestone,
I hark
To the birds
Still heard
By me.
A Beautiful Young Lady Named White
A beautiful young lady named White
Brought delight to me last night.
In a backstreet hotel
That I know well
We composed poetry all last night.
K Morris - Poet 