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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.

Poet and the sky: Poem by K. Morris

Many thanks to Maje for publishing the below poem, which can be found in my collection of poetry “Lost In The Labyrinth Of My Mind”. “Lost” is available in the Amazon Kindle store and from Moyhill Publishing in both paperback and ebook format.

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Lost in the Labyrinth of My Mind (an excerpt)

On seeing the stormy sky
The poet thinks “man must die”.
He sees the young girl bloom
And says “she is destined for the tomb”.
Oh let us gather wild flowers
And not waste our powers
Trapped in ivory towers.
Beware the scholar’s domed head
For we are soon dead.
May our spirit fly

Ere we die
And are lost in endless sky”.

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On The Death Of A Man

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“Was he clubbable?” they said.
“Indeed, many wished to belabour him around the head”.

“Was he nice?”
“Every man has his vice
Be it big or small,
But let us not recall
Each slip and fall.
For ‘tis true
That he had virtues too.

“And what virtues had he?”
“Most agree
That he pursued his own ends
(Though it must be said that he was loyal to his friends).
He would stand his round
And could oft be found
Pint in hand
As he did stand
At many a bar,
His conversation ranging near and far”.

“Was he a bore?”
“It must be admitted that he made some men snore
But as to whether he was boring,
Those who slept, also had him snoring
With the words they spoke
In ernest or joke”.

“Was he one for the ladies fair?”
“Should I your blushes spare?
Although he (having passed away)

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Forever Frozen

When he awoke
The folk
He could neither understand
Nor command.

They looked at him with pitty
And made witty
Observations he could not comprehend.
Having no friend
He pondered on whether all that expense
Made sense.

When he had handed over his gold
They had told
Him that “centuries hence
You will be forever free
To be
Whoever you wish to be.
What matter the expense
When you can shatter
This human clay
And forever as a god stay?”

Alone
On his eternal throne
He sits
As wits
Come and go.
I know
Not whether he is content
Nor whether ‘tis the acent
Or the descent of mankind.

Or perhaps many centuries hence
Our descendants will laugh over the expense
Of the vain
Who remain
Frozen in ice.
For the dead can not be broken hearted
And a fool and his money are soon parted.

NaPoWriMo/GloPoWriMo 2018 Challenges on the Go Dog Go Cafe

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For National Poetry Month in 2003, American poet Maureen Thorson pledged on her blog to write a poem a day for the month of April and invited other poets with blogs to join her. Thorson continues to sponsor this annual project and the amount of participating poets continues to grow. National Poetry Writing Month or NaPoWriMo has spread so successfully through the world poetry community that many now refer to it as Global Poetry Writing Month or GloPoWriMo.

Christine, who has been struggling with writer’s block, is participating in NaPoWriMo/GloPoWriMo 2018 to try to get herself back in the habit of writing daily and challenges you to join her. To support all the members of the Go Dog Go Cafe community who are participating, we will be hosting several special features in April to inspire you.

  1. On Wednesdays, Christine (and other interested Baristas) will be sharing some of their favorite poems by…

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There Was A Man Called Lear

There was a man called Lear
Who composed a limerick most queer.
When I asked him “why?”
He made no reply.
Lear is dead I fear.

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The Lear in the above limerick is, of course Edward Lear, the composer of “The Owl And The Pussycat” and numerous other nonsense verses and limericks, https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Edward_Lear.

God Gave Us Robert Frost

Frost is a wonderful poet and “October” is one of those poems which is so beautiful it makes one want to weep.
On my bookshelves is Frost’s “A Boy’s Will” and “North of Boston”. For anyone who is not familiar with the work of Frost, I strongly recommend reading his poetry.

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When God knitted Robert Frost in his mother’s womb He thought of all us.
He knew we would forget the beauty of His glorious creation.
He knew we would become enamored with ourselves and captives of technology.
We abandoned nature for screens…TV, movie, computer screens.
We became lazy, fat, uneducated.
Why learn?
It’s easier to Google it.
We’ve forgotten how to feel.
We’ve forgotten how to smell and see.
We’ve forgotten God’s beauty.

But God gave us Mr. Frost:

OCTOBER

O hushed October morning mild,
Thy leaves have ripened to the fall;
Tomorrow’s wind, if it be wild,
Should waste them all.
The crows above the forest call;
Tomorrow they may form and go.
O hushed October morning mild,
Begin the hours of this day slow.
Make the day seem to us less brief.
Hearts not averse to being beguiled,
Beguile us in the way you know.
Release one leaf…

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There Was A Young Lady Called Georgia

There was a young lady called Georgia
Who worked as a credit card forger.
When she forged the sherif’s credit card
He took it very hard
And imprisoned her in Georgia!