On 28 March I announced that my poetry collection, “More Poetic Meanderings” is now available for download in the Amazon Kindle store, https://kmorrispoet.com/2023/03/28/my-poetry-collection-more-poetic-meanderings-is-now-available-for-purchase-as-a-kindle-download-in-the-kindle-store/.
I am pleased to be able to announce that “Meanderings” is now also available in paperback and can be found here, https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0BZFLT3YL
I am delighted to announce that my collection of poetry, “More Poetic Meanderings” is available in the Kindle store to download in Kindle format, https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B0BZT9G139/. “Meanderings” will soon also be available in paperback and I will post a link here once this is the case.
Book Description:
“More Poetic Meanderings” is a collection of poems that explores the complexities of life through the lens of the human experience. Each poem offers a unique perspective on various themes, such as love, loss, mortality, pain, joy, hope, and the beauty of nature.
The collection begins with an introductory poem that sets the tone for the rest of the book. The collection delves into deep themes, such as the meaning of life, the struggle for self-discovery, and the beauty of nature.
When a poetical young lady named Sue
Wrote an erotic poem about Miss Lou,
A man called Ted
Fell out of bed,
Which left mor room for those 2 …!
Behind the sunshine
I often find
The eternal rain.
While inside
The smile
Oft hides
Our human rain.
As I loitered in a dark alley
I got arrested by police constable Sally.
I was buying fine art
From a girl called Heart –
But the jury believed police constable Sally …!
A young lady wearing 100 bras
Said, “I shall fly to Mars!”.
But those bras being tight
She stayed home all night,
With a Martian eating chocolate bars!
I met a young man named Guy
Who works in the field of AI.
His programme writes verse
Which grows steadily worse.
But some say its written by Guy!
I met a young lady named Rose
Who said, “I am fond of crows.
I left my perfume
In this changing room.”
I said, “it’s here with your clothes …!”.
I asked Chat GPT (software developed by https://openai.com/), to write a poem in the style of my own poem “Autumn Fly”. The results are below. (“Autumn Fly” can be found in my collection “Light and Shade”, https://www.amazon.co.uk/Light-Shade-serious-not-poems/dp/B08B37VVKV).
Write a poem in the style of this poem.
An autumn fly
Buzzes around my head.
Summer is dead
Yet will not die.
Seasons pass.
We are brittle as glass,
This fly and I.
Chat GPT’s Poem:
A winter breeze howls through barren trees,
The autumn leaves have all gone to sleep.
The world is frozen, silent and still,
But a lone fly lingers, against its will.
It buzzes and flutters, seeking escape,
From the icy grip of this wintery landscape.
Its wings beat fast, a frantic blur,
A symbol of life, in a world so unsure.
For we too are fragile, like the glass,
That shatters with a single touch, alas!
Our time on earth is fleeting and brief, Like the seasons that bring us joy and grief.
Yet this fly persists, a stubborn light,
In a world that’s dark and cold as night.
It reminds us to cling to life and hope,
To fly free and wide, no matter how remote.
So let us be like this autumn fly,
And strive for the sun, even as it dies.
For life is a journey, full of surprise,
And we must make the most of its fleeting guise.
When a young lady named Henrietta
Sent me a poisoned pen letter,
I said to Miss Gale,
“Hasn’t she heard of email?
Its much quicker than a letter!”.
K Morris - Poet 