There once was a wasp with no sting
Who said, “life is a most unfair thing,
As when I attack
They always come back”,
And he wept at the lack of a sting.
Tag Archives: poetry
Sometimes I Would That I Could Write About Flowers
Sometimes I would
That I could
Write about flowers,
Yet the night
Hours slowly pass
And my thought
Runs on lass
And ought?
‘Tis strange how interpretations differ.
Some will
Read a poem “as is”,
But what is “as is?”
When all is still
At night
The poet may
Stay away
And write
A verse
Or, with a curse
Taste the apple of Eve
Although he does know
That he should leave
The fruit, once sweet
Untasted, he will eat.
Under The Sterile Sheet
Under the sterile
Sheet they meet
For a while,
And smile
The smile
Of the crocodile.
When A Young Lady Named Ria
When a young lady whose name is Ria
Wore a dress both short and sheer,
A cyclist called Mike
Fell off his bike,
And they married the very next year.
When A Young Lady Named Rose
When a young lady named Rose
Bought a set of completely clear clothes,
The people, being rude
Said, “you are nude!”,
Why they said that, nobody knows!
When A Waitress Whose Name Is Fay
When a waitress whose name is Fay
Said, “your bill you must certainly pay”,
I asked her to dance,
But, when she looked askance,
I ran like the clappers away!
An Interview with Gabriela M on Spillwords
I was pleased to read this interview with Gabriela M, a writer whose work I greatly admire, https://spillwords.com/spotlight-on-writers-gabriela-m/.
Please do read Gabriela’s interview and visit her blog which can be found here, https://shortprose.blog/author/shortprose12/.
Kevin
There Once Was A Poet Named Lee
There once was a poet named Lee
Who wrote a poem about a bee,
But his verse being poor
The bee said, “no more!”,
And stung him on the knee!
—
There once was a poet named Lee
Who composed a poem about a bee,
But his verse being poor
The creature said, “I implore,
That you write no more about me!”.
—
There once was a poet named Lee
Who composed a poem about a bee,
But his verse was so very bad
That it drove the creature quite mad,
So he flew into a tree!
2 Forthcoming Podcasts for Poet K Morris
As announced on 11 April, I shall be featured on Vancouver Co-op Radio‘s The World Poetry Reading Series, at 1:10 PST (which equates to 9:10 pm UK time), on Thursday 16 May. For further details please see https://kmorrispoet.com/2019/04/11/poet-k-morris-to-be-featured-on-vancouver-co-op-radios-the-world-poetry-reading-series-at-110-pm-pst-on-thursday-16-may-2019/.
I am also pleased to announce that I shall be featured on Ann Harrison-Barnes Inspirational Journeys, https://annwritesinspiration.com/2019/04/23/invitation-to-be-a-guest-on-my-podcast-and-have-your-book-featured-on-my-blog-simultaneously/. My thanks to Ann for kindly agreeing to feature me on her podcast and blog. The interview will take place on the evening of 28 May, and I will post a link to the podcast once it goes live.
Chore
As a poet (or writer/author of any description), the most important activity is, to state the blatantly obvious that of writing. Its tempting to regard promoting one’s work as a chore. So far as my poetry is concerned, most of my promoting consists of posting examples of my work on this site (kmorrispoet.com) and, by so doing bringing my writing to the attention of a wider audience.
Notwithstanding the publication of examples of my poetry on this site (which provides me with pleasure as I know that my readers enjoy reading my work), I fall into the category of those who do, in general find self-promotion somewhat tedious. I am, however aware of its importance and recently kicked myself (metaphorically speaking of course) when I had no business card to give to a lady who indicated to me that she derives pleasure from reading poetry. While I did give the lady the address of this site (kmorrispoet.com), given that she was on her way to the office and doubtless had many things on her mind (the impending working day being formost amongst them), I suspect that she will have forgotten the address of this site.
The above is a lesson to me to order more business cards, and I will perform this chore over the coming weekend. In my experience, one can go for weeks without handing out a card (obviously you should not foist them willy-nilly on members of the public)! However (when people express an interest in your work) they are a good means of jogging memories. “Who was that chap who writes poetry? Ah I have his card here. I will take a look at his site”. Of course some cards will be lost or deliberately filed in the dustbin, but others will be used to find out more about the author/poet/writer in question. So obtaining business cards is in my view a chore worth performing.
Kevin


