Ah the joy of Valentine!
The loving words said
And the quaffing of wine,
Then waking up in bed
Beside your love divine.
Gazing on her
(She’s so young and fair)
You think “upon my life
She is not my wife!”.
Valentine
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I can not capture this sense of dissociation
I can not capture this sense of dissociation
Reflected in campfires
Of shop windows that blaze.
Walking home
I remember Rome
And see wolves waiting
For the camp’s lights to go out
Advice from poet Wendy Cope on poetry writing
A Guardian article in which poet Wendy Cope offers some excellent advice on writing poetry, https://www.theguardian.com/books/2008/sep/21/poetry.writing.wendycope.
Wendy stresses the importance of the poet being well read (in the sense of having read a wide variety of poetry, in different styles, by a diversity of poets). She also says that poets should practice writing all variaties of poetry in order to hone their craft. For example a poet who feels most comfortable using free verse, should also practice writing in rhyme.
I shook my head when I read of the man who presented Cope with a copy of his own poetry and stated that he didn’t read other poets as he didn’t wish to be influenced by them. What can one say to such a person? …
A Pretty Young Lady Named Ria
A pretty young lady named Ria
Said “all men’s delights are here”.
I looked really hard
And there in her yard
I discovered a barrel of beer!
Eighteen
“I began when I was young” she said.
“How old where you?”
(Will she tell him what is true?).
“Come to bed”
She says
Avoiding his gaze.
She removes her dress
And relieves his stress.
Its all a bit of a haze.
“Maybe sixteen when I started”.
Now, at eighteen,
She considers it obscene
That she began at such a tender age.
He can not hold her gaze
Starting Work On A New Poetry Collection
In June 2017, I published “My Old Clock I Wind And Other Poems”. My collection has received some great reviews and I am delighted that the book is available in electronic, paperback, braille and (most recently) audio format.
I have many unpublished poems lurking in various places, mainly (but not exclusively) in the My Documents folder on my trusty old laptop! The time has come to remove the virtual cobwebs, perform requisite editing and, in due course publish a further collection.
The above task will, I know be highly rewarding but also time consuming. I shall, of course keep you updated on my progress via this blog.
(“My Old Clock I Wind” is available in ebook and paperback from Moyhill Publishing, http://moyhill.com/clock/.
It can also be found in the Amazon Kindle store, https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0735JBVBG.
For the audio version please visit https://www.audible.co.uk/pd/Arts-Entertainment/My-Old-Clock-I-Wind-and-Other-Poems-Audiobook/B077VYT3X6?ref=a_a_search_c3_lProduct_1_1&pf_rd_p=c6e316b8-14da-418d-8f91-b3cad83c5183&pf_rd_r=GNF53RPHAAHBXWSFCGHP&.
For the braille edition please contact The Royal National Institute Of Blind People, quoting order number 25870603. You can call RNIB on 0303 123 9999 or visit RNIB’s Library, http://www.rniblibrary.com/iguana/www.main.cls?p=b3ba52c6-5bac-4699-afb9-0dfb99409462&v=c1f4a42f-ad5f-4c9d-bed5-105fe0d1b35f.
When entering the library, click on “Search” and enter “morris k my old clock I wind and other poems”. Hit search and my book should be displayed).
There was a young lady named Joan
There was a young lady named Joan
Who felt tired with being alone.
She went out on the pull
But all the men being dull
She returned back home on her own
Trees Creak
Trees
Creak
In the breeze.
Make no mistake
Something will break
Whether it be
The tree
Or me
There was a young man named Ed
There was a young man named Ed
Who was found stone cold in bed.
When the undertaker finally came
He said “what a shame
As this man is far from dead!”.
“I must return to this rented land”
Below is a recording of me reading my poem “The Path Through The Woods”.
“The Path Through The Woods” was inspired by the many walks I have taken, in company with my guide dogs, through the woods which form part of The Lawns, parkland situated in the Upper Norwood area of south-east London http://www.parksandgardens.org/places-and-people/site/8113?preview=1.
“The Path Through The Woods” can be found in “Lost In The Labyrinth Of My Mind” which is available from Amazon and can be found here https://www.amazon.com/dp/B01AF5EPVY (US), and here https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B01AF5EPVY (UK). You can also find “Lost” on Goodreads https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/28513305-lost-in-the-labyrinth-of-my-mind.
K Morris - Poet 