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
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.
Oscar and Housman
Oscar turned pale
And languished in Reading Gaol
For “the love that dare not speak it’s name”.
It was society’s shame
That he found no peace
And died soon after his release.
Housman remained buttoned up
And took
Pains to hide
Inside his verse.
The poet wrote of lads dying young.
Neither he nor Oscar swung
For their “crime”,
And we are left with the rhyme
Of “The Ballad of Reading Gaol”
And a poet who hid his “curse”
Within his verse.
There was a young lady named Lin
There was a young lady named Lin
Who invited me in to sin.
I didn’t have much time
So I wrote this rhyme
About that naughty young lady named Lin!
K Morris - Poet 