I’m pleased to announce my poem Rainbow appears on the back cover of The Society of Civil and Public Service Writers Author Magazine. The photos show the front and back cover of the magazine.
Sometimes my thoughts are caught
In a Goldfish bowl.
Around and around they go
Until, tired of useless thought
I lose myself in talk,
Or empty pleasure.
But when alone, and at my leisure
My inner talk and thought
Runs around and around again.
At times I envy them, those fish
Who know naught of men
And their useless thought!
When my mind is quiet
I find an inner peace.
I shall watch the fish go round
And allow my thought to cease,
And be content as them,
In their watery world.
When a young lady named Jane
Finished making love on a train,
An old man dropped his paper
And said, “Jane! What a caper!
Please can I see that again!”
Sometimes I think on girls who drink
In order to go through
With what they feel they have to
I see their bright smile
And hear their laughter.
And when men’s fun is done
I wonder, do some pause and think
How young women’s smiles
And laughter, flow easily as drink?
I am in the process of publishing a new poetry collection entitled “The Churchyard Yew and Other Poems”.
I am looking for honest reviews of the book in advance of it’s publication. If you would like a free electronic copy in exchange for an honest review, do please let me know by emailing me at kmorris poet at gmail dot com (the address is given in this manner to prevent spam). Please put “The Churchyard Yew Review Copy” in the subject line of your email.
The rain stops and starts.
Lovers who never where lovers part.
No hearts are broken.
But had words been spoken
At an earlier time
Perchance this rhyme of mine
Would not end in friends parting
And rain stopping and starting.
I met a young lady of Munich
Who said, “do you like my see-through tunic?”.
I said to her, “Rose!
You are wearing no clothes!”.
She said, “we dress like that in Munich!”.
In the depths of the churchyard dark
I met with a vampire named Mark.
When he went for my blood
With my great stake of wood
I ended that vampire in the dark!
There once was a lonely young guy
Who said, “I’ll create a female AI!”.
She was extremely pretty
And so very witty,
And she married a girl called Sky!
Once green leaves
Rot. And are forgot.
But great trees
They live on
When we are gone.
And some trees
Make leaves for books.
And some books
They live on
When we are gone.
But a tree
Has no vanity.
K Morris - Poet 