There was a young lady called Tia
Who lived in constant fear
Of what walked behind,
For she knew in her mind,
‘Twas the devil who lurked in the rear …!
There Was A Young Lady Called Tia
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Author Archives: K Morris Poet
Dreams
Mad cap schemes.
Heels,
Slippery as eels.
They wheel
And deal
And no not what is real,
But in sober moments,
When the lights go out
And the party goers shout
Is no longer heard,
They see the fact of the matter,
– Broken dreams can not shatter
There Was A Young Man Called Tony
There was a young man called Tony
Who went shopping to purchase a pony.
The girl in the bakery said,
“we sell only bread,
And my favourite name it is Tony!”
My Old Clock I wind
Many thanks to Morgen Bailey for publishing my poem, “My Old Clock I wind” on her blog. For the poem please visit here, https://morgenbailey.wordpress.com/2017/01/16/post-weekend-poetry-139-my-old-clock-i-wind-by-kevin-morris/.
Guest post; Ethereal
Many thanks to Roberta for publishing my poem, “Ethereal” as a guest post. Kevin
There Was A Young Man Called Drew
There was a young man named Drew
Who owned a pet kangaroo.
They lived in a house,
Along with his spouse,
Believe me, its perfectly true!
An Elderly Writer Sat Alone In His Garret
An elderly writer, sat alone in his garret
Dreaming of champagne and claret.
He said, to himself,
I have little wealth
And my only companion is this parrot!
Guest author: Jeff B. Grant
A very interesting post by a close friend who I have known for many years.
I read quite a log of blogs. I regard Sue Vincent’s as up among the very best – both in the subjects she deals with and in the quality of her own writing. So to have been offered a small part in it like this is very rewarding. Thank you, Sue. It’s the first guest post I’ve ever done, so I’m not at all sure what’s going to emerge. I’ll just put virtual pen to virtual paper and see.
When I was about ten, I confided in a boy at school that, “When I grow up, I’m going to write.” “Ugh!” he replied, pulling a face. “Why d’you want to do that? Writing’s just so boring!” But like many embryonic writers I’d been scribbling things down as far back as I could remember even in those early days. A year or two prior to that, I’d taken to…
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Sherlock Holmes and the Case of the Listed Building
One of the most popular detectives in literature, Sherlock Holmes has seen many outings on the screen, and the BBC1 series with Benedict Cumberbatch and Martin Freeman makes use of many listed buildings in its filming.
Paul Backhouse, Head of Imaging at Historic England, takes us through a few of his favourites:
187 North Gower Street, London. Grade II listed
© Maria Giulia Tolotti via Wikimedia commons
Of course no list would be complete without the home of the legendary detective himself, 221b Baker Street. However, 187 North Gower Street is used to film the TV series. Behind the 20th Century Regency style shop front is a Grade II listed building dating from around the 19th Century.
Bristol Baths, Bristol. Grade II listed
Appears in The Great Game. Series 1 Episode 3
Interior view of the swimming pool at Bristol South Baths © Historic England
The stunning public…
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A Short Analysis of Ernest Dowson’s ‘Non sum qualis eram bonae sub regno Cynarae’
A wonderful poem by a poet who does not receive the recognition he deserves. One can find Cynara in “The New Oxford Book of English Verse”, along with “They Are not long the weeping and the laughter”. However much of his work remains unknown accept by those who care to search it out.
A reading of a classic Decadent poem
‘Non sum qualis eram.’ I am not as I was. So begins the longer Latin title of this curious English poem, written by one of the 1890s’ most curious poets. Ernest Dowson (1867-1900) was a Decadent poet who embodied the best and the worst of that literary and artistic movement: the drink, the drugs, the longing for inappropriate female companions, the poetry almost intoxicated with its own sound. Along with another short masterpiece – which also bears a long Latin title – ‘Non sum qualis eram bonae sub regno Cynarae’ is the most famous of Ernest Dowson’s poems. We’re going to attempt to analyse why that’s the case.
Non sum qualis eram bonae sub regno Cynarae
Last night, ah, yesternight, betwixt her lips and mine
There fell thy shadow, Cynara! thy breath was shed
Upon my soul between the kisses and the wine;
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