Me reading my poem ‘Under the Stars’ on Soundcloud.
Poet K Morris reading his poem ‘Under The Stars’ on Soundcloud
Leave a reply
Category Archives: musings
‘Autumn Breeze’ and ‘The Dark’ by K Morris on Soundcloud
I have uploaded ‘Autumn Breeze’ and ‘The Dark’ to my Soundcloud page.
9 new poems by poet K Morris on Soundcloud
I have uploaded 9 new poems to my Soundcloud page, all of which can be found below.
I write for you I Hardly Know
I write for you I hardly know.
Let it be so
Though you may go
And find
My rhyme.
But that, I do not know.
Lost In A Girl’s Eyes
Lost in a girl’s eyes
A poet dies
In midnight sighs,
Yet in love’s dance,
Perchance, a poem is born
A Young Lady Whose Name is Beth
A young lady whose name is Beth
Went out seeking for Death,
But Death, finding her attentions intrusive,
Became very elusive,
So she’s ancient, and searching for Death.
Rhyme Or Verse Free
I spend much of my time
Composing in rhyme,
But do not therefore curse
Free verse,
For sometimes that shoe
Will do
Very well,
While to force a rhyme
(where no rhyme should be)
Is to mangle poetry.
When A Very Old Man Of Stroud
When a very old man of Stroud
Said, “death be not proud”,
Death replied, “you know,
We must together go,
And leave this earthly crowd”.
In Woods Green
In woods green
Nymphs were sometimes seen
By mortal men.
Now when
Girls I see in short clothes,
Their toes
Bare, to the sultry air
I wonder where
All the inocence has gone.
Yet Aphrodite
Was flighty
(Was she not?,
And on hot
London nights
Phone calls will be made
And visits paid
By aphrodite, to oh so mortal men
Men Mowing
As I at lessons sat
In school
(Generally obeying the rule),
I oft did hear,
Sometimes far, at others near,
A sound clear,
That of men mowing,
Knowing where they where going.
On my way home tonight
I had the delight
Of smelling new mown grass,
Which brought to mind
A more settled time
When I at lessons sat
Reading rhyme,
And men were amowing
Knowing where they where going.
Sometimes I almost weep,
When I think on what my country may reap.
