Music for a dying
Civilisation, followed me along London’s Victoria Street.
Then, lost amidst a myriad hurrying feet,
It’s sighing,
Gradually died away.
Music for a Dying Civilisation
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A Man of the World Looks Back
I remember the first time.
Not quite a one night stand
For I saw
Her at least once more
And write this rhyme
To set down what was not
Quite the first time,
But, for better (or worse)
She was the first
Of her kind.
I shall say no more
For to bore
Is rude
And this rhyme
About another kind
Of first time
May be viewed
As boring and crude
By those who
Through their Pangloss glasses
See only pure
Unboring lasses
A Professional Tease
A professional tease
Paid to please
Is she
And he pretends
The women you see
Are his girlfriends.
While the smile
On her lips
Never slips
2 Forthcoming Podcasts for Poet K Morris
As announced on 11 April, I shall be featured on Vancouver Co-op Radio‘s The World Poetry Reading Series, at 1:10 PST (which equates to 9:10 pm UK time), on Thursday 16 May. For further details please see https://kmorrispoet.com/2019/04/11/poet-k-morris-to-be-featured-on-vancouver-co-op-radios-the-world-poetry-reading-series-at-110-pm-pst-on-thursday-16-may-2019/.
I am also pleased to announce that I shall be featured on Ann Harrison-Barnes Inspirational Journeys, https://annwritesinspiration.com/2019/04/23/invitation-to-be-a-guest-on-my-podcast-and-have-your-book-featured-on-my-blog-simultaneously/. My thanks to Ann for kindly agreeing to feature me on her podcast and blog. The interview will take place on the evening of 28 May, and I will post a link to the podcast once it goes live.
Flowers In My Living Room
Flowers in my living room
Now in full bloom,
Will be gone soon.
—
I spent a long time yesterday attempting to compose this poem, and ended up throwing away several drafts. Part of Friday evening had been spent with friends in a wine bar, which may or may not have impacted on my ability to get the above poem right.
Her, Lying There
Her, lying there,
So innocent and fair
In slumber.
Soon she will wake
And make
Her way home.
He got her number
From that place of dreams and regret
– The internet . . .
When Scientists Have Analysed You and Me
When scientists have analysed you and me,
To the nth degree,
And found that there is nothing ethereal
And we are merely
Genetic material,
What will be
Left of you and me
Save for genes
And mechanical dreams?
I Take You At Night
I take you at night
In dreams,
But it is not quite right,
And all is not as it seems
My Old Clock I wind and Other Poems, by K Morris
Shall I sit out this dance
As the dancers prance
Heedlessly by.
Why
On occasions Can I not join in
With my companions and grin?
The song
Of the throng
Helps me forget
And yet
I am not as other men,
For when
I smile
There is, all the while
Within
The knowledge of this temporary din.
Others see it too
But construe
Me speaking of such a thing
As bad form and bring
The conversation around
To matters less profound.
But, when they are alone
Do they not think on skin and bone?
I can reduce my companions to laughter
With my jokes, but after
Our fun
Is done
Closing time will come.
—
“Shall I Sit Out This Dance” can be found in “My Old Clock I Wind and Other Poems”, https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B0735JBVBG/
We are a nation of scrollers not readers, and tech billionaires are to blame
An article in The Guardian’s opinion section argues that we (in the UK) are a nation of scrollers rather than readers, and that the blame for this lies at the door of the tech billionaires, (see https://www.theguardian.com/books/2019/may/08/nation-scrollers-readers-read-netflix-twitter-books-mark-zuckerberg).
Its very easy to blame others for one’s own shortcomings methinks . . .
