When a pretty young miss
Went in search of a kiss
Her sister Ling
Said, “men want only one thing,
So stay at home young miss …”.
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When a pretty young miss
Went in search of a kiss
Her sister Ling
Said, “love does sting
So be careful who you kiss …”.
When a young lady who’s name is Lin
Went in search of sin
A man most dissolute
Played on his flute
Which pleased that young lady Lin.
When we undress
We must
Perforce lose
Skin. But who will confess
That he does choose
To indulge in lust
And sin?
A little later than intended, here are my reflections on 2018, followed by my plans for 2019, as regards my writing.
In september 2018, I published a collection of 44 poems entitled “The Writer’s Pen and Other Poems” My book includes poems on a variety of topics including nature, the passing of time, mortality and politics.
“The Writer’s Pen” can be found here:
(for the UK e-book edition) and here
(for amazon.com e-book edition).
https://www.amazon.com/dp/1730814883/ (for the paperback edition)
And https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/1730814883/ (for the paperback edition).
Later in the year, I was delighted to release the audio edition, which is narrated by the excellent Alex Lee and can be found here:
https://www.audible.com/pd/B07KPN5FCH (for amazon.com customers)
And http://www.audible.co.uk/pd/The-Writers-Pen-and-Other-Poems-Audiobook/B07KPPQ2K2 (for UK customers).
Prior to the release of “The Writer’s Pen” I was delighted to appear on Vancouver Co-Op Radio’s The World Poetry Reading Series, during which I read from my (then) forthcoming collection and discussed my poetry. You can find a podcast of my interview here, http://worldpoetry.ca/?p=13500.
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Looking forward, in 2015 I published “Dalliance: A Collection of Poetry and Prose” as an e-book, https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B00QQVJC7E/. While a paperback edition was published, the company who produced it is no longer in business and “Dalliance” is, therefore only available in Kindle format. In 2019 this will be rectified by the publication of a Print on Demand (POD) edition, which will be available to purchase from Amazon. Once the paperback is available a note will appear on this website.
2019 will also see the publication of a selection of some of my humorous verses. Again, please watch this space.
Kevin
There was a young lady called Heather
Who, wishing to live forever
Received a brain transplant
From a maiden aunt
Which made her terribly clever!
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There was a young lady called Heather
Who, wishing to live forever
Received a brain transplant
From a biker aunt,
So now she dresses in leather!
Birthday balloons are here still
Though the cards are no longer on display.
How long will
Balloons stay
Held up by gas
Until, at last
They deflate, and sink to rest?
‘Tis best
To put them away.
Yet they
Remain on display
But the pretend
Will descend
One fine day.
Lying awake
I take
Stock, as the tick tock
Of the bedside clock
Does measure
all pleasure
And pain.
The joy I gain
From Sue or Lou
Passing through
Pausing only too …
A girl’s discarded shoe
Thrust, carelessly under the bed
Speaks of lust
Long since dead.
The dust
Will have its way
Tomorrow or today.
There was a young lady called Pearl
Who’s hair refused to curl.
So, in frustration
She emailed the nation,
And set the press in a whirl!
“The lover who
Was not
True?”
“No
It can not
Be so”.
“The girl who was not
Hot?”
“Again, I say no,
For it was not quite so”.
“What was she then
When
She paid a call on him?”
“One who engages in what some name sin
That is what she was to him.
She was true
As she went through
With it,
Though her lip she bit
And left
Feeling bereft
Though richer for it.
She was hot
To him, though ice cold inside.
You decide
Whether she
Be true, or otherwise.
Though you may prefer to avert your eyes …”.
It is by no means unknown
For a middle-aged man to flirt
With a much younger Joan
Who, in her short skirt
And stilettos high
Laughs at the clumsy pass
Of the receeding guy.
Her face in the glass
Is full
Of youthful vigour.
The dull
Tick tock
Of the bedside clock
Does not figure
In her thought, for she is but twenty
And there is plenty
Of time.
K Morris - Poet 