Category Archives: musings

I can Choose

I can choose
To wind my clock,
Or not,
As the case may be.
But, if I lose
The key,
Time will not stop
For me.

Stilettos Purchased with Gold

Stilettos purchased with gold,
Delight at night.
But heels grow old.

Girls for Any Occasion

Girls of a certain kind
Prey on his mind.
Black, white or asian.
Girls for any occasion
Can be delivered to his house,
At the click of a mouse.
Or, he can make a girl fall
For the price
Of a phone call.

Is there, objectively
Such a thing as vice?
Company isn’t free
And one must pay the price,
He thinks.

In a darkened corner, the devil winks.
He calculates,
And being alone,
Picks up the phone,
And dates.

A Review of “The Selected Poems of K Morris”

I recently shared a link to my “selected Poems” with a colleague, and was delighted to receive the below review from her by email:

“Wow I’ve managed to read a through and I love your poetry.
Very eloquent and soft”.

For “The Selected Poems of K Morris” please follow this link,

The Song of the Siren

Lashed to the mast,
You ride
The tide
Of pain and pleasure.
The weather
Is hot.

Sirens sunbathe,
And say, “let go”.
You know
You ought not,
But the girls are so hot,
And the reef
Of grief
Seems hidden, and all you see
Is a beautiful she.

So, you let go
And, at your leisure
Go down
And drown
In the sea
Of pain and pleasure.

But, long
‘Ere you did see
Those cold, calculating eyes,,
You recognised
Her siren song.
And yet
You did choose
To lose
Yourself in the sea of regret,
Where men go down
And drown,
And drown again,
In pleasure, and pain.