Tag Archives: Rhyme

I’m offering a free Paperback copy of my book!

To be in with a chance of winning a free signed copy of my recently released book ‘The Selected Poems of K Morris’, please answer the following question:
Who composed ‘The Ballad of Reading Gaol’?

The rules:
1. Only one copy of my selected poems is available.
2. The first person to provide the correct answer wins a free copy of my book.
3. The competition is open to readers worldwide!
4. Please do not leave the answer in the comments section below this post (as other people will be able to read your answer!). Please send your answers to kmorris poet (at) gmail dot com (the address is given in this manner to avoid spam).
5. The competition closes on the 30th September, at 12pm UK time. Entries received after this date will not be considered.

You can find my selected poems here for the UK and here for the US.

To read a recent review of my book please visit here.

This book encompasses poems composed between 2013-19. The poems included here have been selected from ‘Lost in the Labyrinth of my Mind’, ‘My Old Clock I Wind and other poems’, ‘The Writer’s Pen and other poems’, ‘Dalliance; a collection of poetry and prose’, ‘Refractions’, and ‘The Girl who Wasn’t There’. In addition a number of previously unpublished poems are included in this book.The poems range from those dealing with nature to others, which touch on the passage of time and mortality.

A mention and The Poetry Jukebox

I was delighted to receive a mention on the blog of Giles L. Turnbull poet, regarding my recently released “Selected Poems”.

Giles also mentions the Poetry Jukebox who are seeking submissions from poets who identify as being disabled.

For Giles’s post please click here, http://gilesturnbullpoet.com/2019/09/08/speaking-of-poetry/

Gazelle

Graceful as a gazelle.
Tall and slim.
He knows well
That she is not for him.

Perhaps a man ought
Not to sin in thought
When he knows well
That a gazelle
Is not for him.
But what harm
To dream of the charm
Of a gazelle?
For all our lust
Must end in dust
And life is too short
To concern oneself with ought.

Vita Brevis Press is seeking submissions for new anthology

Vita Brevis Press are seeking submissions for an anthology centred around the themes of pain and renewal.

The submission period is open september-october.

To find out more or to submit, please follow this link https://vitabrevisliterature.com/anthology-submission/

When A Young Lady Named Ria

When a young lady named Ria
Shed many a most bitter tear,
And I asked, “why do you cry?”,
She said, “I don’t know why,
You had to finish all the beer!”.

There Once Was A Man Named Strange

There once was a man named Strange
Who resided in a most ancient grange.
All the furniture was Queen Ann,
And a ghastly ghoul called Dan,
Stalked the rooms of that ancient grange!

Humorous Saturday

When my friend whose name is Lou
Introduced me to a girl called Sue,
We went to a little hotel
With a young lady named Nell,
To attend a conference all about glue!

When my friend whose name is Lou
Introduced me to a girl called Sue,
We went to a little hotel
With a young lady named Nell,
Where I lost a brand new shoe!

When my friend whose name is Lou
Introduced me to a girl called Sue,
We went to a little hotel
With a young lady named Nell,
(Who is an expert on strong glue)!

When a detective whose name is Holmes
Investigated the case of “The Missing Bones”,
He said, “’tis nothing profound
As I have easily found
That ’twas Fido who took those bones!”,

Some Wear Their Heart Upon Their Sleeve

Some wear their heart upon their sleeve
And the world does grieve
To see such display.
Others go a different way
And conceal
Their guile
Behind a smile.
While poets may reveal
What does lie
In their heart
Through their art,
So readers may see,
Or not as the case may be.

When A Young Lady Named Moriah

When a young lady named Moriah
Married my old friend the squire,
I visited their great estate
With my young mistress Kate,
Which greatly pleased the squire!