My unbalanced clock
Will still tick tock.
The pendulum swings.
But no Cuckoo sings
And the clock’s
Music has stopped.
My unbalanced clock
Will still tick tock.
The pendulum swings.
But no Cuckoo sings
And the clock’s
Music has stopped.
I was delighted to receive an email earlier today from a reader who has read my recently published poetry collection, “Passing Through: Some Thoughts on Life and Death”. In order to protect the privacy of my correspondent, I have not included any details which might identify her:
“I hope you are well and recovered from your traumatic period.
I like your poems about it and especially enjoyed these:
Whole Again; very poignant and concise.
Twilight: Lovely ,a brief and enchanted moment, like a haiku.
A Garden in Early Spring: another lovely one. You are very good at describing that time of day becoming night.”
“Passing Through: Some Thoughts on Life and Death” is available in Kindle and paperback from Amazon Passing Through: Some thoughts on life and death eBook : Morris, K : Amazon.co.uk: Kindle Store.
There once was a poet named Moat
Who rode around on a great goat.
When they said, “your verse,
It grows worse and worse!”,
He would smile and blame that goat!
As I walked through Trafalgar Square
I met the ghost of Voltaire.
I said, “are you Candide?”.
He said, “no sir! Indeed!
I am Voltaire! haunting Trafalgar Square!”
I am a fan of the short poem. Below is a brief untitled poem by Walter Savage Landor, 1775-1864 Walter Savage Landor – Wikipedia.
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I strove with none, for none was worth my strife.
Nature I loved and, and next to nature, art:
I warmed both hands before the fire of life;
It sinks, and I am ready to depart.
I walk amidst these
Windblown
Leaves.
How time has flown.
I shall in beauty drown
And think on these
Fallen leaves,
Which now strew the ground.
(Taken from “Light and Shade” Light and Shade; serious (and not so serious) poems eBook : Morris, K: Amazon.co.uk: Kindle Store).
Girls sell flowers
Which, for a few hours
Make men smile
And forget all their regrets
For a while
In the flower’s sweet scent.
Though some may repent,
Come lonely hours
The pull of flowers
Will often tempt.
And a girl’s rent …
When a young lady known as Kate
Said, “I think your poetry is great!”,
I said to her, “honey,
Are you looking for money?”,
And she winked at me did Kate …!
I am offering a free signed paperback copy of my recently released poetry collection, “Passing through: some thoughts on life and death”, Passing Through: Some thoughts on life and death: Amazon.co.uk: Morris, K: 9798284279151: Books. In order to be in with a chance of winning your free paperback copy, please answer the following question. Who wrote the novel “The Razor’s Edge” which was subsequently made into a movie?
Please send your answers to me at kmorris poet (@) gmail.com. The address is rendered in this manner in order to defeat spammers.
The first person to email me the correct answer will receive a signed copy of my book. Please note, there is only 1 free copy available.
Good luck!
I once met a clever cow
Who said, “I don’t know how
All of my milk
Is smooth as silk!”,
I said, “wow! A talking cow!”