When the talented and beautiful Miss Rose
Jumps up and down on my toes,
I say, between squeals,
“I love your heels.
But please don’t jump on my toes!”.
—
When the talented and beautiful Miss Rose
Jumps up and down on my toes,
I say, between squeals,
“Take off those heels!
And why are you wearing no clothes!”.
Seeming.
Yet merely
Dreaming,
Until we
Enter eternity.
I was delighted to receive this review from Hannah of the blog Echoes in an Empty Room, for my recently released book, “The Further Selected Poems of K Morris”.
This little book consists of serious and humorous verses. The poems range from those dealing with nature and mortality, through to limericks and other humorous verses.
My Thoughts:
Here we have some funny but also thought provoking poems and limericks. I have to say I do prefer the limericks that are in this book as they are very amusing. My favourite poem in the book is Sparrows in the tree as we get a lot of sparrows in our garden, they are very common in the UK. Now every time I see a sparrow I will be thinking of this poem. My favourite limerick in here is There once was a turkey called Paul, just from the title alone you know it is going to be funny. I laughed my socks off on this limerick. Thank you once again to Kevin who has written some truly fantastic verses.
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A fascinating post on the blog Interesting Literature about the symbolism of dogs in literature, https://interestingliterature.com/2021/03/dogs-symbolism-in-literature-and-myth-meaning-analysis/.
I have myself composed a number of poems about my former (and still very much missed) guide dog Trigger, including this one entitled “To a Departed Dog”:
“Sometimes I see
You in front of me,
Or imagine you at
My side. I
Go to pat
You under the table,
Where you so often sat.
I am not able.
You are not coming back.”
(“To a Departed Dog” appears in “The Further Selected Poems of K Morris”, which can be found here, https://www.amazon.com/Further-Selected-Poems-Morris-ebook/dp/B08XPMGD3F).
There once was a girl named Page
Who said, “love is all the rage!”,
At which Miss Hocking
Did something real shocking.
And the vicar fell off the stage
When a young lady gazing at the moon
Said, “have you seen the flower in bloom?”.
I said, “my dear Miss Moore
Do please explain your poetic metaphor.
And its so comfortable here in this bedroom”.
When a careless young lady named Janine
Slipped and fell into a deep ravine,
She got covered in custard
And some rather nice mustard.
It really was a very strange scene!
Let us pretend,
Over wine,
That you, my friend
Are mine.
But, in an hour
Or so
You will surely go.
A flower
May perfume
Man’s bedroom
For a little while,
Causing him to smile.
‘Ere he does repent
Of the money spent.
A great post by Frank Prem on short poetry, together with some suggestions concerning how to read in front of an audience. I also am a fan of short poems, and many of my own encompass less than a page.
<phew> It’s taken all day but I’ve managed to distract myself by putting a few thoughts together on the subject of reading short poetry. Probably talking through my hat, but if you care to read what I’ve done, with a few recorded samples, here is the link: https://frankprem.com/how-to-read-short-poetry/
Hope you enjoy.
A young lady standing on a stile
Said, “surely there can be no denial
Of the wonders of nature.
And, dear handsome passing waiter,
Please help me down from this stile!”.
K Morris - Poet 