I have lost my soul
In a hole
Of pleasure and pain.
A brief absence of thought,
I am forever caught
On the wheel of no gain.
I Have Lost My Soul
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Fantasies Come Out In Dreams
Fantasies come out in dreams
When consciousness streams
Unopposed.
Her clothes
Are lost
At no cost
To the dreamer or to her.
And, come the morn
The dreamer is from his fantasy torn
And the wolf returns to his lair.
But, have a care
Lest in sleep
You her name speak
For respectability is a thin veil
And friends would turn pale
Where they to know
Where you go
In sleep
My work featured in Vancouver Co-Op Radio’s The World Poetry Reading Series Christmas Broadcast
I was delighted to receive an email from Ariadne Sawyer, the producer of The World Poetry Reading Series on Vancouver Co-Op Radio, in which she informs me that my work has been featured in a broadcast on Thursday 20 December, http://www.coopradio.org/content/world-poetry-café-23.
Earlier in the year I was honoured to be interviewed by Ariadne regarding my book “The Writer’s Pen and Other Poems”, and a segment of that interview appears approximately 20 minutes into the Christmas broadcast, including me reading 3 of the poems from “The Writer’s Pen and Other Poems”.
To listen to a free sample of “The Writer’s Pen” or to purchase the book on Audible, please visit https://www.audible.com/pd/B07KPN5FCH. “The Writer’s Pen” is also available as a Kindle download and in paperback and can be found here https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07GD1LBMV/ (Kindle edition), and here https://www.amazon.com/dp/1730814883/ (paperback edition).
Awaking As The Clock Struck Midnight
Awaking as the clock struck midnight
I saw a young lady in white.
When I said, “are you a vampire?”
She replied, “no squire,
I’m an actress who works at night”.
—
Awaking as the clock struck midnight
I saw a young lady in white.
When I said, “are you a vampire?”
She replied, “’tis my desire
To act in a play tonight …”.
—
Awaking as my clock struck midnight
I saw a young woman in white.
When I said, “are you a ghoul?”
She replied, “no, you fool!
I’m a thief who works at night!”.
—
Awaking as my clock struck midnight
I spied a young woman in white.
When I said, “are you a ghoul?”
She replied, “no, you fool!
I’m a smoker in search of a light!”.
—
Awaking as my clock struck midnight
I spied a young woman in white.
When I said, “are you a ghoul?”
She replied, “no, you fool!
I’m your mistress who’s name’s Miss Wright!”.
—
Awaking as the clock struck midnight
I spied a young woman in white.
When I said, “are you a naughty girl?”
She gave me a twirl
And then she turned out the light …
A Naughty Young Lady Called Bright
A naughty young lady called Bright
Keeps me awake at night
By playing on the violin
In my kitchen bin
As the cats they yowl and fight!
There Was A Young Lady of Madrid
There was a young lady of Madrid
Who in my bedroom hid.
When my wife Jane
Returned from Spain
I hid with that young lady of Madrid.
What Makes a Good Poem?
A good article entitled “What Makes a Good Poem”. I agree with most of what is written, particularly the below,
“Economy of language: In most cases, if you can express something clearly and fully in a hundred words, you shouldn’t use a thousand. Language that is concise
is more memorable and resonates more deeply than verbiage, which tends to feel messy”.
I have often read a poem and thought that, had it been shorter, the work in question would have possessed greater impact.
To read the article please visit, https://www.writingforward.com/poetry-writing/what-makes-a-good-poem.
50 Soon
50 soon.
The moon
Will wax and wane
As it must.
And the sun will rise and set
On my joy and regret.
Everything will remain
The same.
And the dust
Laughs at my lust
There Was A Young Lady Called Lou
There was a young lady called Lou
Who, at Christmas lost a shoe.
Her mother, Jane
Did bitterly complain
As she lost a stocking too!
There Once Was A Poet Who, At Christmastime
There once was a poet who, at Christmastime
Began to compose a rhyme.
He started drinking at ten
And I don’t know when
He will get round to finishing that rhyme …
K Morris - Poet 