When I fell in the deep water
With a rather famous old fiction author,
And I said, “we will drown!”,
He whacked me on my crown,
And said, “sir, this is fictional water!”.
The Darkening Glass
The weather grows
Hot. Girl’s clothes
Are short.
I aught
To recollect my age!
This brightly lit stage
Will go dark,
And the lark
Cease to sing.
Spring
And summer pass.
While lad and lass
Must pass
Before the darkening glass.
Washing Her Hair
A beautiful young lady named Right
Is slim and dresses in white.
While a girl called Flair
Is forever washing her hair,
And miss Right is busy tonight!
When a Policeman by the Name of Lyme
When a policeman by the name of Lyme
Said, “I’m arresting you for a serious crime”.
And I said, “what I have done
Was done purely and simply for fun”,
He said, “sir, that was a terrible rhyme!”.
Cover Up
The journal Pulse reports that:
“the BMA believes face coverings should be worn at all times where practicable, including outdoors, in case social distancing is not observed for whatever reason.” (see http://www.pulsetoday.co.uk/news/bma-calls-for-the-public-to-be-required-to-wear-face-masks-in-all-settings/20041054.article).
I have the greatest respect for the medical profession. They saved my life as a small child by removing a blood clot from my brain. Doctors, nurses and other medical professionals work extremely hard, and have put themselves at great risk during the Corona pandemic in the line of duty.
I do, however hope that the UK government resists calls by the BMA for the wearing of face coverings “in all settings”.
We have been told that, when outside, the risk of contracting the virus is greatly reduced due to the circulation of air. Indeed the first lockdown restrictions to be lifted pertained to allowing people (not from the same household) to socialise outdoors. Yet we are now being advised (or told depending on how one interprets it), by the BMA that we should all be wearing masks as a matter of routine in all settings.
I for one would rather take the risk when in a park, strolling through the woods, or in some other place of beauty where the air is good, of not wearing a mask and actually feeling that I’m living a life (rather than merely existing)
Are we to be medicated to the extent that we remain “safe” whilst joy dies?
I accept the need for face coverings on public transport where social distancing is frequently impossible. However imposing the wearing of masks/face coverings “in all settings” is a step to far, and I sincerely hope that the government does not act on the advice of the BMA in this instance.
Are we really going to turn into a society where policemen pop out from behind trees in the forest and say, “excuse me, why are you not wearing a face covering?” The very idea is, at the same time both risible and rather sinister.
When the Tender and Lovely Dawn
When the tender and lovely dawn
Entered my bedchamber this very morn,
I gazed at the sky
And pondered deeply on why,
Dawn tramples all over my lawn!
Braille Editions of My Books
As a registered blind person and a user of braille, I believe that my books should be available in accessible formats, including braille.
“My Old Clock I Wind” is available in braille for loan or sale, from the Royal National Institute of Blind People (RNIB).
To order please email library@rnib.org.uk, or call RNIB on 0303 123 9999 (quoting order number 25870603.
“Lost in the Labyrinth of My Mind” is also available in braille from RNIB, and can be ordered (as above), by quoting order number 25686204.
Due to the Corona virus, the RNIB transcription service is not currently accepting orders for the production of braille books. I am, however working with a private transcription company arranging for my recently released poetry collection, “Light and Shade” to be transcribed into braille.
If you are interested in obtaining “Light and Shade” in braille, please email me at kmorrispoet (at) gmail dot com, putting “Light and Shade”, Braille edition in the subject line of your message. (My email address is rendered thus in an attempt to defeat spammers).
All of my books are also available, with text to speech enabled, from Amazon, which ensures they can be read by those who are unable to read print.
To visit my Amazon author page (which contains links to my books) please click here, https://www.amazon.com/K.-Morris/e/B00CEECWHY/.
“Light and Shade” is currently not displayed on my author page. It can, however be found by clicking here, https://www.amazon.com/dp/B08B37VVKV/.
Bill and the Great Churchill
When a young man named Bill
Said, “I am the great Churchill!”.
And he lit a cigar
With his girlfriend’s new bra,
She dumped that young man Bill!
In Defense of Churchill
It appears to be the latest fashion to attack those who can no longer defend themselves, including the great Winston Churchill. I was recently involved in an event during which one of the participants labelled Churchill as a “war criminal”.
Whilst Churchill did, as with all of us possess faults, he was no “war criminal”, nor can one equate him with Hitler as some remarkably stupid people have done.
Below are a couple of interesting article which counteract some of the accusations leveled against Churchill:
https://winstonchurchill.hillsdale.edu/white-supremacy/. (An article about Churchill’s alleged white supremacist views).
https://openthemagazine.com/essay/churchill-a-war-criminal-get-your-history-right/. (An article by an Indian historian in which he argues that Churchill was no “war criminal”).
https://www.theguardian.com/commentisfree/2012/feb/17/eugenics-skeleton-rattles-loudest-closet-left. (An interesting article which mentions Churchill’s support for eugenics. However the main point of the article is to highlight the left’s (including the Fabian Society’s) support for eugenic measures. I find it interesting that those who criticise Churchill are (for the most part) silent on the advocacy by many Socialists of eugenics policies in the early part of the 20th century. Double standards?).
Gwen
When a naughty young lady named Gwen
Said, “I shall introduce you to BDSM”.
And I said, “what’s that?”,
She pulled off my hat,
And said, “Gwen, likes to discipline men!”.


