The chime
Of my old, staid
Clock, does remind
me that there is a debt
To be paid.
But time,
Ends all regret.
Chime
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Culture Warriors can not be allowed to silence writers
a good article in “The Times”, entitled “Culture Warriors can not be allowed to silence writers”, https://www.thetimes.co.uk/edition/comment/culture-warriors-cannot-be-allowed-to-silence-writers-znz2tg0qq.
The article describes how the author of “American Dirt”, Jeanine Cummins, had her book tour cancelled following accusations of “cultural appropriation” by some writers on social media.
I have a friend who was (perhaps still is) thinking of publishing a novel about AIDS/HIV and the gay community. However he is not himself gay and concerns about how his work will be received may, I fear lead to his book not seeing the light of day.
Unfortunately “The Times” is behind a paywall and anyone wishing to read articles must be a subscriber. You can, however set up a free subscription, and provided you cancel within the period stipulated on the newspaper’s website, your card and/or bank account will not be charged.
She Said to Me
She said to me
Yesterday, that she
Does not like to see
The rain.
On my way
Through the park yesterday
Slow droplets of rain
Fell from the trees,
And I heard
Birds sing.
How strange it is to me
That she should see
No beauty in these
Rain, and birds, and trees.
Barmaid
A schoolgirl you were
When you passed me by.
And I
Was unaware
Now, with grey hair,
I smile
At a girl who, without guile
Does Say
“I passed you by
On my way to school”.
A girl of no more than 21,
Talking to a guy
of 51.
Then, she is gone,
Leaving me to my
beer,
And the thought that each year
Slides away.
And I can not be certain
When the curtain
Will end the play.
Cover
“I like the cover
On your bed”,
You said.
It is easy to discover
Breasts and legs.
But what of what
Lies inside
A girl’s head?
I think not.
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.
When Clever Men
When clever men
Hear the clock,
They say,
“We do not
Accept the concept
Of time”.
And the poet composes
A simple rhyme
About roses,
Past their prime.
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, https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07WW8WXPP/.
