How to read short poetry

A great post by Frank Prem on short poetry, together with some suggestions concerning how to read in front of an audience. I also am a fan of short poems, and many of my own encompass less than a page.

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<phew> It’s taken all day but I’ve managed to distract myself by putting a few thoughts together on the subject of reading short poetry. Probably talking through my hat, but if you care to read what I’ve done, with a few recorded samples, here is the link: https://frankprem.com/how-to-read-short-poetry/

Hope you enjoy.

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A Young Lady Standing On a Stile

A young lady standing on a stile
Said, “surely there can be no denial
Of the wonders of nature.
And, dear handsome passing waiter,
Please help me down from this stile!”.

Listening to Mosley Speak

Listening to Mosley speak
I hear an apologist
For the Third Reich
“I was never an anti-Semite”
He said.
I shake my head.

“Sir, you lie
And those who glorify
You defame
Patriotisms name.
For they would like
To create a new Reich”.

(An interview with the late Sir Oswald Mosley on Thames Television, https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HNhF28fzN9I).

Rose’s Poem

When a poetic young lady named Rose
Tattooed an erotic poem on her nose,
The good bishop Hocking
Found it most shocking.
And so I gave back Rose’s clothes.

There Once Was a Policeman Named Warner

There once was a policeman named Warner
Who raided a rather famous old sauna.
He found Miss Hocking
Without shoe or stocking.
And a politician discussing politics with Lorna …

The Romance of Candlelight

As I composed poetry by romantic candlelight
There appeared a young lady in white.
Her name was Miss Moriah,
And she had a desire.
But my desire it was to write!

Shadow

A shadow followed me
From tree to tree
As I did pass
Along the woodland path.

I paused to hear
The sweet birds sing.
And thought of spring
And the passing year.

Although I forgot my shadow,
My shadow did not go.
For our sweet birdsong
Does not last long.

Moral Coral

I know a young lady named Coral
Who is so very stern and moral.
But, if men be rich
She removes every single stitch.
I wonder, is Coral really that moral?

World Poetry Day 2021

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The Underwater World

As I gently shut my eyes
I start recalling the day
The summery tropical afternoon
I spent snorkeling by the bay

The fresh turquoise water
Touches against my face
And right underneath me
Unravels a captivating place

Shoals of vibrant fish
Swimming all around
In every possible color
Yellow, red, or brown

An underwater paradise
Formed by exotic coral reefs
Large living and breathing structures
Home to a plethora of beings

A world of unknown
I gaze at the ocean floor
An aesthetic scenery
A mystical world to explore

⁃ SaaniaSparkle 🧚🏻‍♀️

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Photographs of Poet K Morris holding the paperback edition of his book, The Further Selected Poems of K Morris

On Friday I received author copies of my book, The Further Selected Poems of K Morris , which was published on 27th February. The photographs below show me holding the front and back cover of my book, as well as two poems from the collection; ‘Dog Bed’ and ‘To a Departed Dog’. My book is also available as a Kindle download, and can be found here

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