Review: The Collected Poems of K. Morris

I was delighted to receive this review of my Selected Poems, by Kaye Lynne Booth.

kayelynnebooth's avatarWriting to be Read

The Selected Poems of K. Morris

The Collected Poems of K. Morris is a delightful selection of poems by K. Morris. These poems are written with sensitivity and a candid eye. Poetry is more than simple rhyming and alliteration. It is rhythm and cadence. It is choosing just the right words and putting them in the correct order to draw a vivid picture in the readers mind in a manner that is pleasing to the hear. Poetry is meant to be read aloud. Morris’ relaxing tone and ease of rhyming makes his words flow smooth off the reader’s palate. In this collection of poetry, Morris  shares his unique view on death, time, nature, and everyday existence.

I give The Collected Poems of K. Morris four quills.

four-quills3

Kaye Lynne Booth does honest book reviews on Writing to be Read in exchange for ARCs. Have a book you’d like reviewed? Contact Kaye at kayebooth(at)yahoo(dot)com.

View original post

A Young Lady Whose Name Is Pinky

A young lady whose name is Pinky
Wore a dress both short and slinky.
She came round to my place
Dressed in fine silk and lace,
To discuss philosophy over a drinkie.

When A Leading Gangster, Whose Name Was Mark

When a leading gangster, whose name was Mark
Said, “your future is bleak and dark.
As with this big gun
I shall end your fun,
I said, “take a look behind you, Mark!”.

Solitary Bird

On a cold December evening
I heard
A solitary bird
And sought for meaning
In her song of joy and pain.
Doubtless, I shall do so again
For ’tis easy to see poetry,
Though she, sings not for humanity.

An opportunity for Croydon authors and poets to sell their work on Sunday 8 December

Sean Creighton is running a stall in Croydon, on Sunday 8 December, offering authors the opportunity to display/sell their works. If you are an author and/or poet based in the vicinity, and are interested in participating, please see this link for details, https://seancreighton1947.wordpress.com/2019/12/01/croydon-events-and-news-at-2-december/.

He Counts Heels At Night

He counts heels at night.
His heart torn
By stilettos worn
By girls, both black and white.
He counts heels at night.

He counts heels at night,
Remembering nameless women.
Recollections of sinning
And delight.
He counts heels at night.

He counts heels at night
And feels
The weight of years
And empty tears
He counts heels at night.

He counts heels at night.
But how does one measure
The pain and pleasure
Of girls in heels
Who pass at night.

When I Met A Naughty Young Maid

When I met a naughty young maid
Who said, “sir, have you been paid?”,
I said, “you are pretty,
And more than just witty,
But I regret you’re not very staid!

10 of The Best Poems About Time

In “10 of the Best Poems About Time”, the blog, Interesting Literature, provides links to (and a brief analysis of) 10 poems dealing with time and (naturally enough) clocks, https://interestingliterature.com/2019/12/01/10-of-the-best-poems-about-time/.

I have long been fascinated by time and well remember listening to the ticking of a wall mounted pendulum clock, as a young boy whilst attending Wavertree School for the Blind in Liverpool.

In my home I have several clocks, including a tingtang clock, which lives on the bookcase in my living room. It is this clock, which was manufactured in 1910, from which inspiration for the below poem is drawn:

“My old clock I wind

And much philosophy therein find.

I can bring

The pendulum’s swing

To a stop with my hand;

Yet I cannot command

Time to default

On his duty and halt

The passing of the years.

He has no ears

For our laughter and tears

And his sickle will swing on

Long after we are gone”.

(“My Old Clock I Wind”, first appeared in “My Old Clock I Wind” and Other Poems”, https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B0735JBVBG/. It can also be found in my “Selected Poems”, https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07WW8WXPP/