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Parsimonious
The parsimonious man can
Save a good deal of money,
But he rarely gains a honey
Unless she be
As parsimonious as he!
(https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2018/08/29/parsimonious/).
Composed More Or Less In Realtime While Sitting In A Liverpool Garden
My poem, “Composed More Or Less In Realtime While Sitting In A Liverpool Garden”, was written while sitting in my mum’s garden in the city of Liverpool.
The poem is a stream of consciousness piece and is one of very few written by me.
To read the poem please follow this link, https://newauthoronline.com/2016/05/30/composed-more-or-less-in-realtime-while-sitting-in-a-garden/
There Was A Young Man Called Daniel
There was a young man called Daniel
Who in looks resembled his spaniel.
A young lady walking by
Said, with a sigh
“I have fallen in love with your spaniel!”.
There was a young man called Daniel
Who rather resembled his spaniel.
A young lady named Kate
Just couldn’t wait
To walk that spaniel belonging to Daniel!
An interview with poet K Morris and a review of “The Writer’s Pen and Other Poems”
My thanks to Robbie Cheadle for interviewing me for her blog, and for writing a review of my collection of poems, “The Writer’s Pen and Other Poems”.
To read my interview with Robbie, together with her review of “The Writer’s Pen” please follow this link, https://wp.me/p7Uxin-3hc
There Was A Young Lady Of Peru
There was a young lady of Peru
Who never would wear a shoe.
When out for a walk
The people would talk
So I lent her my only shoe!
Time Passing
For as long as I can remember, I have been fascinated by traditional (pendulum) clocks. The slow movement of the pendulum reminds me of Old Father Time chopping up seconds which will never return. There is, in the swing of a pendulum something both comforting and chastening. The slow swing reminds one of a slower pace of life, of a more stable/traditional society, while one is also conscious that each movement brings one’s demise fractionally closer. A number of my poems touch (either directly or indirectly) on the passage of time, including “The Hands Are Almost At Half-Past”, https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2quCnrHgpE4.
“The Hands Are Almost At Half-Past” can be found in my collection of poems, “The Writer’s Pen and Other Poems”, which is available for preorder in the Amazon Kindle store, https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B07GD1LBMV/ (for the UK) and https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07GD1LBMV/ (for the USA).
There Was A Young Lady Called Moriah
There was a young lady called Moriah
Who married a Tory squire.
But being a Whig
She gave not a fig
For Toryism or that squire!
There was a young lady called Moriah
Who married a Socialist squire.
They retained a maid
Who was rarely paid
And they kept a roaring fire!
There was a young lady called Moriah
Who married a very old squire.
Their butler Mike
Rode a bike
And fulfilled her every desire …
Wherefore
Her gown
Tossed aside
Without pride.
Her crown
Has fallen down
But there are none to stare
For it is his and her
Affair.
Wherefore
Should you and I care?
When The TV Does Cease
When the TV does cease
Peace
In the hypnotic
Tick tock
Of the clock
Takes hold.
Tel me not
That time is a despot.
True the wise and the fool
Both must obey his rule,
But the wise accept
While many a fool has wept
At the swing of his rod
That reduces all to sod.
The TV
Can make us free
For a while from the thought
That we ought
To heed the pendulum’s swing
That does bring
Our spring
To summer and thence
To autumn when those of little sense
Dye their hair
(Although
They know
That the winter snow
Lets none go.
K Morris - Poet 