So many birds sing
In early spring
As I pass by
These numerous tombstones
Where the dead lie.
You also passed
So do not know
That birds sing
In this early spring
Over old stones.
Cemetery
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Spring Grass
The scent of spring grass
Enters through the window
As I lie in my hospital bed.
This day will surely pass
And I will go
Where the mower turns grass to hay.
I relish this spring day
And will walk in sun
As the mower goes to and thro
Until my rhyme is done.
The Fountain
I wish the fountain’s hypnotic rhythm
Would never cease
for I am, momentarily, at peace
Listening to the splash
Of water flowing fast.
I have striven
For pleasure, and filled my leisure
With pretty flowers
Picked by many men
For a few brief hours
And then by me.
But pleasure lies in poetry
And the gentle sound
Of the fountain as she speaks to me
Is far more profound
Than wasted hours, spent amidst these painted flowers
Of whose scent
I often repent.
A Kind of Immortality
I may achieve a kind of immortality
Through my poetry.
But when I go
Above or below
Why should I care
For I will no longer be there
To know
.
Copyright: Kevin Morris.
Distract From Thought
Distracted from thought
I heard birds sing
As I walked
The path were all thought ends
And Enemies and friends
Lie under the same unending sky,
As will I.
The Goat in a Boat
I once saw a goat in a boat
Who was wearing a brand new wool coat.
I yelled, “your boat is sinking!”.
He said, “I was just thinking
Whether you sir like my nice wool coat!”.
Kevin Morris reading his poetry on TikTok
Kevin Morris reading a number of poems on TikTok. You don’t need to have an account to view the videos.
AI and Society
An interesting and thought provoking post on the impact of artificial intelligence (both positive and negative) on society, including on the creative industries https://rlpastore.com/2024/07/01/ai-the-good-the-bad-and-the-ugly/.
As a blind student in my twenties, I used a machine called a Kurzweil. It was roughly the size of a photocopier and the user would open the lid, place printed material on the scanner, press a button and have the material (book, letter or whatever) read aloud to them.
The above mentioned technology cost thousands of pounds, while today software can be downloaded onto any modern computer/laptop and (with the help of a Twain compatible scanner) printed material can be read aloud at a fraction of the cost of that in my youth.
On my iPhone I have an app called Be My Eyes. As a visually impaired person I can point my phone’s camera at a food packet, tin Etc and have the label read to me which means no longer having to ask sighted people for assistance (well in most instances). In those instances where the app fails, there is the option for the user to connect with a human volunteer who, with the aid of the phone’s camera can assist the visually impaired enquirer.
Turning to the potential negative impacts of AI, from the evidence I’ve seen thus far I am not convinced that the massive job losses predicted by some are coming any time soon (if at all). Ai can, for example, enable lawyers to retrieve information much faster. However, it can not (and I can never see it) replacing a highly trained lawyer in a court of law. Likewise, AI can hoover up vast amounts of data enabling it to create writing, including stories and poetry. However, it does not, in my experience possess the creativity of humans.
In 2023, I published a collection entitled “More Poetic Meanderings”. The greater part of the book is comprised of poems composed by me. However, a shorter section contains poetry written with the assistance of AI, including a couple of my original poems (published at an earlier date) updated with the aid of artificial intelligence.
You can find “More Poetic Meanderings” on Amazon in paperback and Kindle formats More Poetic Meanderings eBook : Morris, K : Amazon.co.uk: Kindle Store.
As ever I’d be interested in the views of my readers.
I Find Dust
I find dust
In old books.
While in the summer churchyard
The birds twitter.
They have no bitter
Thoughts of dust.
The graves impassively stand.
I can not command
Death to stay his hand.
Yet some say we may
Achieve immortality.
Where we to achieve immortality
Should I put away Gray’s
“Elegy Written in a Country Churchyard”?
The graveyard plot answers not
For the dead Are at peace.
There Once Was a Lonely Young Guy
There once was a lonely young guy
Who said, “I’ll create a female AI!”.
She was extremely pretty
And so very witty,
And she married a girl called Sky!
K Morris - Poet 