There was a young journalist named Lou
Who wrote a story that wasn’t true.
A lawyer called Moat
Composed a strong note
In which he threatened to sue!
There Was A Young Journalist Named Lou
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Cryogenics
A recent article in “The Daily Mail, entitled “Humans Frozen by Cryogenics Could Be Revived Using Stem Cells” http://www.dailymail.co.uk/sciencetech/article-5462963/Humans-frozen-cryogenics-revived-using-stem-cells.html, reminded me of my poem, “Cryonics which is reproduced below:
“It is a will-o’-the-wisp, followed by the frightened or blind,
Who themselves bind
To the delusion, that the mist does not forever close
Over mouth and nose.
There are few posies for the departed,
Just an idea started
In the mind
Of those who would salvation find
In a deep freeze,
Designed to please
The ego
Of people who fear to go
Down that dark track
From whence none come back”.
“Cryonics” can be found in my collection of poetry, “My Old Clock I Wind” http://moyhill.com/clock/.
There Was A Young Lady Named Bell
There was a young lady named Bell
Who quite spectacularly fell.
I was elsewhere at the time
Composing an intricate rhyme,
In a place called Dingley Dell.
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There was a young lady named Bell
Who quite spectacularly fell.
I was elsewhere at the time
Engrossed in rhyme
As I did her mother tell …
Kaddish for Karen Leys (1952-2018)
This is extremely moving
Its so strange to think
That you’re not there
In that little house on Salem Avenue
Sitting on the couch
Quietly reading fantasy novels on your Kindle
While Dad watches NCIS,
As if you’d always been there
And always would,
While I sit here across the mountains
Hunched over a notebook
Writing til my hand cramps
Trying to make sense of it all.
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Kevin Morris reading his poem ‘Shall I sit out this dance?’
“Shall I Sit Out This Dance”? can be found in my collection of poetry, “My Old Clock I Wind”, which is available (in paperback and ebook) from Moyhill Publishing (moyhill.com/clock). It can also be found in the Amazon Kindle store and is available (in braille) from the Royal National Institute of Blind People.
There Was A Young Lady Named Flair
There was a young lady named Flair
Who entered the wolf’s lair.
The wolf heaved a sigh
Then, with a tear in his eye
He devoured that young lady Flair …
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There was a young lady named Flair
Who entered the wolf’s lair.
The wolf being a bit of a lad
Said “I am really most glad
To have you here in my lair …
Poetry: Making Music With Words
Why Do Certain Sounds Bring Sadness To Mind?
Why do certain sounds bring
Sadness to mind?
I find
That when birds sing
And engine’s notes are in distance
Lost, that my resistance
To melancholy
Is low
And I go
In search of Keat’s Nightingale.
Yet tis folly
I think
To drink
Too much of Keat’s brimming cup.
But o how sweet it is to sup
At melancholy’s table
Provided we are able
To partake of her store
For a while,
Then, with a wisthful smile
Withdraw.
The Price of a Like
I agree with much of this post and, in particular with the following statement:
“We fail to find comfort in genuine human connection now, seeking instead to find a virtual connection. Real life communication has changed to “DM’s” and
“tweets”. I am not saying these are bad, but rather understand that a balance must be made and if you find yourself clinging to each like, hoping to reach
a certain number, it may be time to reflect”.A week or so ago, I received a comment consisting of a link to a new WordPress user’s blog. Simply that, (no other comment), nor did the blogger “like” my post. Needless to say I did not approve their comment. I did, however email them explaining that I realised that they were new to WordPress, wished them well but pointed out that their behaviour was “rude” and highly likely to result in others spamming their comments and not exploring their blog. I heard nothing back.
While I understand Kyle’s point about promoting positive messages on one’s blog, this is not applicable to all websites. To take an obvious example, writers will produce content that raises uncomfortable issues, some of which will offend some of their readers. Writers need to be true to themselves and produce their best work which will not appeal to everyone and which may (on occasion) cause offence.
Kevin
We live in an age of connectedness but none of us is really “connected”.
Social media has brought us closer together, letting us communicate with those we normally would not be able to speak with. Through bringing together the globe, we are able to find our niche and communicate with those who share our similar interests.
However, why do we find ourselves seeking for validation off others? Why do we base our worth of “likes”? Is that what we have settled for, a virtual currency that we define our sense of worth off of?
We fail to find comfort in genuine human connection now, seeking instead to find a virtual connection. Real life communication has changed to “DM’s” and “tweets”. I am not saying these are bad, but rather understand that a balance must be made and if you find yourself clinging to each like, hoping to reach a certain…
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There Was A Young Student From Stroud
There was a young student from Stroud
Who wrote “death be not proud”.
His teacher Matt
Said “Donne penned that!
You plagiarising young man from Stroud!”.
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