I have just purchased an AI girlfriend
Who is driving me round the bend.
She calls me her honey
And spends all my money,,
Which is just like my real girlfriend!
I have just purchased an AI girlfriend
Who is driving me round the bend.
She calls me her honey
And spends all my money,,
Which is just like my real girlfriend!
I scent new-mown grass
As I pass
Along the churchyard path.
And remembering Gray
Who passed that way
Consider clay
And grass.
When a young lady wearing 1 spectacle
Said, “sir, I am not that respectable!”.
I said to her, “Flair,
That’s a very big pare!”.
She said, “sir, you are not respectable!”.
On Monday 17 July, I was interviewed by Ariadne Sawyer of Vancouver Co-op Radio’s the World Poetry Reading Series. For a podcast of my interview, during which I talked about my poetry and read several of my poems, please visit, https://www.mixcloud.com/VictorSchwartzman/world-poetry-cafe-for-july-20-with-kevin-morris-and-carmen-militano/.
I listened back to the podcast using Google Chrome. However, other browsers should also work.
My thanks to Ariadne for her kindness in interviewing me.
I was delighted to receive the below review of my collection of humorous poems, “My Friend’s Robot Girlfriend and Other Humorous Verses”:
“This collection of poems comprises humorous limericks. The poet has a sharp eye for the failings of mankind and has woven his observations into these clever poems.
An excellent example of one such exposing poem is Henrietta’s Erotic Letter:
When a naughty young lady named Henrietta
Sent the bishop an extremely erotic letter,
His wife called her loose
And his daughter turned puce.
And the bishop he treasured that letter …
This book is ideal for readers who enjoy a good laugh about mankind’s hypocrisy.”
To read the original review on Goodreads please visit https://www.goodreads.com/review/show/5683785656.
Amidst these windswept trees
I feel free
Of modernity.
For the breeze
Drowns out the noise
Of broken
Toys.
In this wood
A tree
Fall
Could end all
This modernity,
Leaving no rhyme
Behind.
A couple of days ago, I published a poem entitled “Man” https://kmorrispoet.com/2023/07/14/man/. Below is a slightly amended and extended version of that poem:
I know that these trees
Are Older than man
And the church
Which so many men pass
Without a glance
Or a sigh
As they hurry by.
As I leafed through dusty old tomes
I heard a loud rattle of bones.
Twas merely a ghost
Stealing crumpets and toast,
But it distracted me from those tomes!
I know that these trees
Are older than man
And the church
Which so many men pass
Without a glance
Or sigh
Hurrying by.
When a girl who is full of vice
Said, “I’ll cover you in chocolate and ice!”.
I said, “my dear,
The bishop draws near,
And I hear he’s a connoisseur of vice …!”.