“We know what was on his mind
When he composed a rhyme about time
And a flower who’s bloom to soon
Passed away”, they will say.
And I will make reply,
“Only the poet knows
The secret of the rose”.
But poets may lie.
A young lady known as Miss Page
Dances nude for gentlemen on the stage.
Her friend Nell
Slipped and fell
But I managed to grab Miss Page …!
A recent recording of me reading my poem Leaving which appears in my recently published collection Leaving and Other Poems
Yesterday (26 January) I announced that my poetry collection, Leaving and Other Poems is available in the Amazon Kindle store, https://kmorrispoet.com/2022/01/26/my-new-poetry-collection-leaving-and-other-poems-is-now-available-in-the-amazon-kindle-store/
I am pleased to announce that Leaving and Other Poems is now available as a paperback and can be found here, https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B09R3HR9KG/ (for the UK), and here, https://www.amazon.com/dp/B09R3HR9KG/
(for the US and elsewhere).
I am delighted to announce that my poetry collection Leaving and Other Poems is now available in the Amazon Kindle store.
For the UK please follow this link,
https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B09R8NG6WQ/
for elsewhere in the world please click here,
https://www.amazon.com/dp/B09R8NG6WQ/
Book Description
A collection of poems touching on the brevity of life, and the ever-present figure of Old Father Time. Also, sprinkled throughout are a number of humorous verses, some of which may remind the reader of Edward Lear.
Paperback
Leaving and Other Poems will also be available in paperback. Once the paperback edition is available, I will post links to it here.
i am pleased to announce my late January newsletter can be found here
A dog who had no tail
Made the poor vicar turn pale.
As the day turned dark
He would howl and bark
Until the devil returned his tail!
There was a young lady named Divine
Who composed poems all of 1 line.
When drunk on strong beer
Her verse it would veer
But the critics all found her divine!
There was an old man named Long
Who wept as he sang his swansong.
They took off their hats
And whacked him with bats.
And so ended that swansong of Long!
We are sparks
In the dark.
A brief light
Piercing the night.
But no spark
Conquers the dark.
K Morris - Poet 