“I am the girl with tiny arms”
You said. and now I
Sigh, and think on the charms
Of the tiny arms
Of a girl of 20 or so.
Although I know
That it will
Never be so.
Still, a man may,
Fruitlessly, pray.
Tag Archives: poetry
There Once Was A Wasp With No Sting
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.
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.


