When, at a little after 2
I woke up a lady called Lou,
As I was really quite cross,
Due to her refusal to floss,
She said, “who on earth are you!
When, At A Little After 2
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There Once Was A Lady Named Lou
There once was a lady named Lou
Who made a rather delicious stew,
Composed of a shoe and a toad,
And some bits from the road,
And a dollop of very strong glue!
On My Knee
On my knee
Has sat many a she.
Her giggle
And wriggle
Sometimes helped on by wine,
Was, nonetheless, divine.
Yet the truth
Is that youth
Turns to age
And bed springs
(As with all things)
Break
And we the stage,
Forsake.
Feedback on my appearance on Vancouver Co-Op Radio’s The World Poetry Reading Series, on Thursday 19th September
Yesterday (Thursday 19th September), I was priveleged to appear on Vancouver Co-Op Radio’s The World Poetry Reading Series, http://worldpoetry.ca/. During the course of the show, I read from (and discussed) my recently released book, “The Selected Poems of K Morris“.
Whilst a podcast of my interview is not yet available (it will be posted here once it goes live), I was delighted to receive the following comments, which where sent direct to me by email, from a lady who listened to the show:
“Hi Kevin,
Just wanted to say I did manage to listen last night.
I thought it was great! The two presenters are clearly really fond of you!
I enjoyed all the poems you read. Also its clear you have got a big backlog of work!
An audio book of you reading the poems sounds like a great idea!”.
Whilst “The Selected Poems of K Morris” is not currently available in audio format, “The Writer’s Pen and Other Poems” can be purchased from audible.co.uk and audible.com, https://www.audible.co.uk/pd/The-Writers-Pen-and-Other-Poems-Audiobook/B07KPPQ2K2.
You can find my “Selected Poems” here https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B07WW8WXPP/ (for the UK), and here https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07WW8WXPP/ (for the US and elsewhere).
A Young Lady Named Ann
A young lady named Ann
Said, “you are a bad man!
Although you haven’t done anything yet,
Which I very much regret,
You must have a wicked plan!”.
Is There Any Money In Poetry?
I have been asked by a number of people (including my mum!) whether I make any money from my writing. Yesterday evening, whilst out for a drink with friends, I had the same question addressed to me and answered (so far as my memory serves), in the following manner:
“Very few writers make much money, and its particularly difficult for poets to derive an income from their poetry, as that particular art form is rather a niche market.
Whilst I self-publish on Amazon (which has no costs associated with it), I do pay an editor/proof reader to check for typographical and other errors. Also, whilst there is no obligation on me to purchase author copies, I always do buy paperbacks of my books (albeit at an author discount) to distribute to family, close friends, my local library etc.
I could more easily recoup the cost of the above where it not for the fact that I have been in the habit of giving away copies to strangers, in future I shall become a veritable Scrooge in such matters. Actually, I think that this is unlikely, (me becoming a Scrooge I mean!).
Whilst poets can cover their costs, and even turn a profit, it is extremely difficult for them to do so”.
In light of my conversation with friends yesterday evening, I did a little digging with the help of Mr Google and came across this article, https://www.shmoop.com/careers/poet/salary.html, which does, in essence chime with what I told my 2 friends last night.
I would, as ever be interested in receiving comments from my readers.
Kevin
Awaking At Long Past Midnight
Awaking at long past midnight
I turned on my bedside light,
And saw to my surprise
A young woman’s pretty eyes,
Her name was White, or Wright.
When A Young Lady Named Rose
When a young lady named Rose,
Who never would wear any clothes,
Went for a job interview
With a man called Drew,
She recited some very fine prose!
When a young lady named Rose,
Who would never wear any clothes,
Went for a job interview
With a man called Drew,
He fixedly looked at her nose!
Bits Of Paper
Poetry is bits of paper, blown
Away in the wind.
It is shouting into the breeze,
A voice lost amidst the trees.
It is arrogance overthrown.
It is the poet, who stands alone
Wondering what his legacy
Will be
When A Young Lady Of Rome
When a young lady of Rome
Lost a brand new golden comb,
It was found in Caesar’s bedroom
Scented with the sweetest of perfume,
Along with a naughty old gnome!
K Morris - Poet 