There was a young Conservative called Fred
Who dressed all in red.
His Socialist friend Yvette
Said “I have never yet
Seen a Tory turn so red”!
There Was A Young Conservative Called Fred
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Author Archives: K Morris Poet
If I Told You What I Believe
If I told you what I believe would you call me a reactionary? A liberal, a socialist or some other name?
What would you gain
By labelling me an old stick-in-the mud
Who would
Put the clock back if he could?
Is that in fact what I wish to do,
For you may my words misconstrue
And find I play a game with you!
If you read my poetry through
From cover to cover
You may discover
That my view
Is of a world full of shades of grey,
So, I say
Enjoy when I tease
But please
Do not on my words seize
And put a label on me
For I am free
And simply me.
Under The Stars
Looking for a saviour under the stars
Men slow then stop their cars.
Girls under street lamps stand
Waiting for their lord’s command.
Needle pricks scar their arms
Still men discern a certain charm.
Girls think of their next fix
Man moistens his dry lips.
“I seek a saviour of a kind
In the hope some inner peace I may find”
He says shuddering at her needle lines.
“Your saviour I will be
Provided you can pay my fee.
A girl must live. Love isn’t free”,
She says gazing at a distant tree.
She thinks of her girlhood not so long ago
Of trees their boughs bent under the weight of snow.
She thinks “once I could not be bought
Before hard drugs their damage rought”.
The man holds out cold hard cash
She takes it with a bitter laugh.
Stepping in through the car’s open door
She wonders if…
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The Best Kind of Bot: The New Yorker’s Poetry Bot
As many of you know, I am a poetry nerd, which is why I am incredibly excited to share The New Yorker’s new Poetry Bot.
By following the Bot on Twitter or Facebook Messenger, people can receive excerpts from different poems every day for the next three months. The poems have been chosen by The New Yorker’s poetry editor and coordinator and include works by Audre Lorde, Dorothy Parker, Joseph Brodsky, and many, many more.
To begin following the Bot, simply follow the instructions listed at The New Yorker’s post. This is a great way to discover new poets, and I’m thrilled that it exists.
And fun fact: the Bot was created by the same folks who made an interactive fortune-telling bot and the Harry Potter-esque “Sorting Bot”, which sorted followers into Hogwart’s houses using rhyming quatrains. Technology really can be grand.
There Was A Young Man Called Jerry
There was a young man called Jerry
Who was overly fond of sherry.
He drank it all day
And his wife would say
“You will get no sense out of Jerry”!
A Short Analysis of Philip Larkin’s ‘Aubade’
Along with Larkin’s “Ambulances”, his “Aubade” is, I think my favourite Larkin poem. Larkin tells it as it is, however uncomfortable that may be.
A summary of Larkin’s last great poem
An aubade – the term is from the French – is a song or poem in praise of the dawn, but Philip Larkin’s ‘Aubade’ is somewhat different. Although the meditation in the poem takes place during the early hours of the morning, there is none of the celebratory zest found so often in poetic aubades. Instead, Philip Larkin’s ‘Aubade’ is a poem about death, and specifically the poet’s own growing sense of his mortality. You can read ‘Aubade’ here; in this post we offer some notes towards an analysis of this, the last great poem Larkin ever wrote.
Philip Larkin completed ‘Aubade’ in November 1977, and the poem was published in the Times Literary Supplement on 23 December – ruining quite a few Christmas dinners, as Larkin himself predicted. He had begun the poem in 1974, the year that his final collection
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A Review of my poetry cd
Thank you to Olivia Emily for reviewing my recently released poetry CD, which features me reading 13 of my poems. For the review please visit, https://libroliv.com/2017/03/07/k-morris-cd-review/.
If you are interested in obtaining a copy of the CD please email me at newauthoronline (at) gmail dot com, (the address is given in this manner in order to deter spammers).
Competition to win 2 free copies of my collection of poetry, “Lost in the Labyrinth of My Mind” (we have one winner but the competition remains open)!
On Monday 6 March, I offered readers the opportunity to win 2 (free) signed copies of my collection of poetry “Lost in the Labyrinth of My Mind” .
I am delighted to announce that George Agak answered correctly and will receive a signed print copy of “Lost in the Labyrinth”.
For George’s blog please visit HERE.
One copy of “Lost in the Labyrinth of My Mind” remains to be won.
To enter the competition and be in with a chance of winning the one remaining book, please visit HERE.
There Was A Young Man Called Guy
There was a young man called Guy
Who worked in a pig sty.
He was rather posh
And would say “golly and gosh”
To the pigs who lived in that sty!
Competition to win 2 free copies of my collection of poetry, “Lost in the Labyrinth of My Mind”
I am giving away 2 free print copies of my collection of poetry, “Lost in the Labyrinth of My Mind”.
The first 2 people to answer the following question correctly will receive a signed print copy
What is the name of Scrooge’s nephew in Dicken’s novel “A Christmas Carol”?
Please send your answers to me at newauthoronline (at) gmail dot com, (the address is given in this way to defeat spammers).
Please put “Competition” in the subject line of your email.
The best of luck!
Kevin
