The wind gusts.
Human lusts
Are strong.
But, as I sit in my home,
I remember long
Gone Rome.
And listen to the eternal sing,
Of the gusting wind.
The Song of the Wind
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I see the sky
And delight in the sun’s rays.
But nothing stays
The same, and I know
This show,
Must turn to dust.
I hear the voices of women
And think on love,
And sinning.
But, as with the sky
Above,
I know
‘Tis a passing show.
Ballet
Girls play
At ballet.
Their skirts billow.
Thoughts of pillow
And bed
Fill his head.
Youthful feet tap.
The gap
‘Twixt lust,
Dust
And art,
Is not that far apart.
An Introduction to Blank Verse
A good introduction courtesy of the blog Interesting Literature, on the origins of blank verse. The post explains that blank verse was invented by the Earl of Surrey, and explores the differences between blank and free verse, blank verse being closest to everyday speech.
To read the article please visit, https://interestingliterature.com/2020/02/what-is-blank-verse-introduction/.
When A Young Lady Named Spink
When a young lady named Spink
Said, “I really do like kink!”.
And I said, “do you mean kitsch?”,
She said, “I am more than rich!”.
We married, and she dressed in pink.
Poet Kevin Morris to appear on Vancouver Co-Op Radio’s The World Poetry Reading Series, at 9:10 pm (UK time), on Thursday 27th February 2020
I am delighted to announce that, on Thursday 27 February, at 9:10 pm (UK time), I shall be appearing on Vancouver Co-Op Radio’s The World Poetry Reading Series, https://worldpoetry.ca/.
My thanks to Ariadne Sawyer, host of The World Poetry Reading Series, for her kindness in inviting me to appear on her show.
I have been priveleged to appear on Vancouver Co-Op Radio on several previous occasions. For my previous interview, in which I discussed and read from my “Selected Poems”, please visit this link, https://worldpoetry.ca/?p=14784.
You can find “The Selected Poems of K Morris” here, https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07WW8WXPP/.
When A Young Lady Named Rose
When a young lady named Rose
Said, “please, stamp on my toes!”.
And I said, “are you a masochist”,
She said, “I most positively insist,
That you please, stamp on my toes!”.
Everything There Is To Be Said
Everything there is to be said
Has been said,
Of nature, beauty,
Love, duty
And bed.
Many poetic men
(And women)
Have employed their pen
To condemn
(Or glory in)
Sin.
So perhaps its true
That there is nothing new
To be said.
Yet poets think,
And the ink
Runs blood red.
When A Mournful Young Lady
When a mournful young lady said, “I’m sad”,
And I said,”that is really quite bad”,
And she said, “no, that’s my name,
For which my parents are to blame!”,
I said, “I’m glad to meet you, Sad!”.
There Is Much Talk of Progress
There is much talk of progress.
Intelectuals over intelectualise.
But I would rather choose
To lose
Myself,in a girl’s eyes,
And in her sweet caress
Of nothingness.
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