When a vampire whose name is Kate
Kidnapped me on an evening very late,
I found myself in the gloom
Of a musty old tomb,
With the actor who was dating Kate!
Kidnapped
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Were I to Die Under a Bus
Were I to die under a bus
Family and friends would cry.
There would be little fuss
Over my literary legacy.
Those few who read my rhyme
Of women and wine
and passing time
May fancy they hear
Skeletons prattle in cupboards
And clocks stop.
But I will not reply
We Run
We run.
Perchance dance in the sun.
But behind the sunlight
We know the night
Will come
And our fleeting pleasure
Must end in dust.
K Morris New Collection of Poetry “The Churchyard Yew and Other Poems” is available on Amazon.
I am delighted to announce that my collection of poems “The Churchyard Yew and Other Poems” is available on Amazon in Kindle format. The Paperback should be available in the next couple of days, and I will post links to it once the book goes live.
The photograph on the book cover shows the churchyard of St John the Evangelists Church in Upper Norwood. The photograph was taken by my friend Michelle Whiteside.
The book description reads as follows:
A miscellany of poems about nature, passing time and relationships.
If you read “The Churchyard Yew” please do consider reading a review on Amazon.
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K Morris; Poem Rainbow Appears in The Society of Civil and Public Service Writers Author Magazine
I’m pleased to announce my poem Rainbow appears on the back cover of The Society of Civil and Public Service Writers Author Magazine. The photos show the front and back cover of the magazine.
Content as Fish
Sometimes my thoughts are caught
In a Goldfish bowl.
Around and around they go
Until, tired of useless thought
I lose myself in talk,
Or empty pleasure.
But when alone, and at my leisure
My inner talk and thought
Runs around and around again.
At times I envy them, those fish
Who know naught of men
And their useless thought!
When my mind is quiet
I find an inner peace.
I shall watch the fish go round
And allow my thought to cease,
And be content as them,
In their watery world.
What a Caper!
When a young lady named Jane
Finished making love on a train,
An old man dropped his paper
And said, “Jane! What a caper!
Please can I see that again!”
Easy as Drink
Sometimes I think on girls who drink
In order to go through
With what they feel they have to
I see their bright smile
And hear their laughter.
And when men’s fun is done
I wonder, do some pause and think
How young women’s smiles
And laughter, flow easily as drink?
The Churchyard Yew and Other Poems (Review Copies
I am in the process of publishing a new poetry collection entitled “The Churchyard Yew and Other Poems”.
I am looking for honest reviews of the book in advance of it’s publication. If you would like a free electronic copy in exchange for an honest review, do please let me know by emailing me at kmorris poet at gmail dot com (the address is given in this manner to prevent spam). Please put “The Churchyard Yew Review Copy” in the subject line of your email.
The Rain Stops and Starts
The rain stops and starts.
Lovers who never where lovers part.
No hearts are broken.
But had words been spoken
At an earlier time
Perchance this rhyme of mine
Would not end in friends parting
And rain stopping and starting.
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