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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.

A Review of my collection of poetry, “Refractions”

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I was delighted to receive the below review for my collection of poetry, “Refractions”:
“I was touched with the wisdom and the heart behind the words. To know that the beauty of the world and all its glory is not lost on anyone makes me humbled.
I read and enjoyed all of these works and each one touched me on a different level. I look forward to reading more from Kevin Morris”.
Thank you to the reviewer for taking the time to read and review “Refractions”, which is available, as an ebook in the Amazon Kindle store. For the review please visit, https://www.amazon.com/review/RR1WAIUSHF5PF/ref=cm_cr_rdp_perm?ie=UTF8&ASIN=B01L5UC2H2.

Life

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Walking through the tube on my way home.
Alone
In this crowd.
Would
That I could
Be a cloud
Up above.
Yet we are all clouds
Blown hither and thither by crowds,
Trying to keep our identity in the throng
Whose song
Is “Work then home
Alone.
Perhaps a few drinks with the boys or girls
(the social whirl)
Or collapse in front of mindless television
(watching overpaid hosts
On reality TV interviewing ghosts
Who inspire derision, Not fear).
Sometimes we see it clear
But rather than confront the truth (which is difficult to do),
Instead flick through
Channels where you can shop till you drop
For the latest crop
Of gadgets (not needed before,
But once you saw
You just had to buy)
For one must be a “with it” guy.

Going to bed
Your head
Is clear for a while.
There can be no denial
That you may think
(unless your mind be muddled with drink)
Ere sleep “wraps up the ravelled sleeve of care”,
But beware
For you may dream
And all that does seem
Will be revealed for what it is, a soon forgotten soap opera in which you play
A barely noticed role then fade away.

A Short Analysis of T. S. Eliot’s ‘The Fire Sermon’

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A reading of the third part of The Waste Land

‘The Fire Sermon’ is the third section of T. S. Eliot’s ground-breaking 1922 poem The Waste Land. Its title is chiefly a reference to the Buddhist Fire Sermon, which encourages the individual to liberate himself (or herself) from suffering through detachment from the five senses and the conscious mind. You can read ‘The Fire Sermon’ here; below we offer a short summary of this section of Eliot’s poem, along with an analysis of its meaning.

‘The Fire Sermon’ opens with the River Thames, and a description of the litter that was strewn across its surface until recently: during the summer, the Thames was full of empty bottles, cigarette ends, and even, it is hinted, contraceptives (that ‘other testimony of summer nights’). The ‘nymphs’, we are told, ‘are departed’. The meaning of this is ambiguous: on the one hand…

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Dogs Dream About Their Owners

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A recently published study indicates that it is likely that dogs dream about their owners and that large dogs dream for longer than smaller canines.
The results of this study do not surprise me. I am now working with my fourth guide dog and have, from a young age grown up around dogs. Dogs wag their tails and perform other activities, such as running, growling or yelping while asleep. It is therefore logical (to my mind at least) to assume that our four-legged friends can (and do) dream. Anyone who has grown up around dogs will have observed them growling while asleep which indicates that they (like us) also experience nightmares.
http://www.themonitordaily.com/dogs-dream-owners-study-says/212676/

Alley Cat Meets Wild Dog

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An alley cat prowls.
A wild dog growls,
In answer and howls,
Longing for tasty meat
To eat.

Feline
And canine.
Meet
And greet.
Her pointy feet,
Their mutual deceit.

I see a line
Of feline
And Canine,
Never ending,
Wending
It’s weary way
To the place where all must pay.

Can You Guess These Books From Their Emoticons?

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A series of emoticons showing various books, including “Peter Rabbit” and “Charlie and the Chocolate Factory”, some of which are more difficult to guess than others, (http://www.dailymail.co.uk/femail/article-3871186/Can-guess-books-emoticons-Titles-classic-children-s-novels-turned-emoji-tales-quiz-s-bound-leave-baffled.html).

10 of the Best Gothic Poems for Halloween

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Some great reading for Halloween.

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The best Halloween poems

What are the best poems about Halloween, the best poems for Halloween? In this post, we’ve gathered up a mixture of the two: some of the following ten poems are specifically about Halloween, while others are suitably Gothic poems to enjoy on or around Halloween. So, if you have your pumpkin at the ready, get ready to click on the title of each poem to take you through to a treat rather than a trick…

Robert Fergusson, ‘Hallow-Fair’. Robert Fergusson died aged just 24 in 1774, and might be seen as a sort of precursor to Robert Burns, who was just a teenager at the time of Fergusson’s death. Fergusson’s ‘Hallow-Fair’ (1772) is a great Halloween poem to begin this list: it’s rich in Scots dialect and offers a window onto eighteenth-century Scotland, focusing on the Hallowmas Fair held annually (usually on 1 November…

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There Was A Young Lady Called Mary

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There was a young lady called Mary
Who worked in a haunted dairy.
On seeing a ghoul
She said, “I am no fool.
You are not in the least bit scary …”!

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There was a young lady called Mary
Who worked in a haunted dairy.
On seeing a ghoul
And being a fool,
She mistook it for a fairy!

Flies

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I
Wish that the fly
In the ointment would die,
But worry it will turn into a bee
And sting me.

I
Conjured up the fly.
It grows in size
Which is no surprise
For those who feed
Flies, find they breed.

Man sews
A poisoned seed
Called want, not need
And goes
In search of flies to feed.

2nd Halloween Poem Contest – Third group of submitted poems

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Thank you to Aurora, of Writer’s Treasure Chest for the opportunity to enter the second Halloween competition. Kevin

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Your Animal Side by Angela Kay

I hear everyone has an animal side.

What is yours?

What is mine?

No one can really know for sure.

Could it be repulsive in the dark, silent night?

Save me from this frightening thought.

I saw a creature enter my room last night.

Could it be what I think?

This is not a story because I saw it.

As horrifying as it is, I believe I saw your animal side.

It’s not ordinary.

Do you want to know what it is?

I saw a big shadow on the wall.

The eyes were blood red in the mirror.

I saw gruesome fangs.

The creature howled at the round moon

And tore into my soft, clean flesh.

I fought back, teeth sharp and hungry

Our animal side has gotten the better of us.

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Written by Kevin Morris

Walking through the churchyard…

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