Author Archives: K Morris Poet

About K Morris Poet

The purpose of this website (kmorrispoet.com) is to showcase my writing. For details of my published works, please click on the 'About' page of my blog.

My Friend’s Robot Girlfriend and Other Humorous Verses is Now Available from Amazon

I am pleased to announce that my humorous collection of poetry, “My Friend’s Robot Girlfriend and Other Humorous Verses”, is now available in Kindle and paperback from Amazon.

Book Description:

A humorous collection of verses ranging from the slightly risqué to the quite frankly ridiculous.

Links:

https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B0C5L3V51S/ (Kindle for the UK).

https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0C5L3V51S/ (Kindle for amazon.com customers).

https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B0C5KVPS78? (paperback for UK customers).

https://www.amazon.com/Friends-Robot-Girlfriend-Humorous-Verses-ebook/dp/B0C5L3V51S/ (paperback for amazon.com customers).

 

 

Kate Who Went Out on a Sugar Date

I know a young lady named Kate

Who went out on a sugar date.

But the man had no money,

Which we all found quite funny!

But she lacks any humour does Kate!

A Cry in the Dark

I open my window

And let in his cry

With the chill  night air.

He is out there

Somewhere in the dark park,

Or the churchyard nearby.

 

 

I closed my

Window against the chill air.

He remained there,

(For how long I

Can not say).

Then his cry

Seemed to fade away.

A House of Stopped Clocks

A house of stopped clocks .

Where, when,

He attempts to wind them,

Wise men

Say, “why not try

Some new batteries today …!”.

The Dance

A poem written some years back, which I had forgotten until I came across it recently.

K Morris - Poet

Entranced, he watched the dance,
As the girl
Did whirl,
Her feet
Kicking up the dust
Of poets, and dancers,
And other chancers,
Who you may meet
And pass, on the street
Without a second glance.
And the age-old dance
Goes on,
But the dust
Of those long gone
Is not disturbed
By a young woman’s dancing feet

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When I Last Passed

When I last passed

This way

I recall no wall

Of wild wet flowers.

That bloom

In May

 

 

In the  summertime

Flowers will bloom

Still. But in wintertime

Who will recall

This rain-kissed wall

Of springtime and rhyme.

When a Poetical Young Man Named Ray

When a poetical young man named Ray

Recited a poem which was most risqué,

A young lady named Hocking

Lost more than her stocking,

And me, I discussed poetry with Ray!

Dancer

A fleeting connection.

A middle-aged poet’s introspection.

 

 

You danced by

And I

Saw youth

And your love of art,

And felt an answering spark

In my poet’s heart.

 

 

There is truth

Of a kind

For you to find

Should you truly look

Behind my book.

 

 

You will dance away

And, at some future day

May remember a middle-aged poet

Who gave to you

Something of what is true.

Ron the Poet

When a poet whose name was Ron

Said “my poetry will surely live on”.

An old man called Brian

Warned him of a lion,

Which devoured all his poetry and Ron.