After the beauties of Kew
I went with you
To a cheap hotel.
I remember I almost fell
As we mounted the stairs
To their unfriendly glares.
I can remember your name.
Did I feel shame?
I really can not recall
But I recollect a fall
And those dangerous stairs
In a backstreet hotel.
As I try to write
The tick tock
Of the clock
Measures my day and night.
At other times
Lost in rhymes
I hear it not.
The beat of women’s feet
Has measured my pleasure
And pain. But the clock mocks
Us all. We fall
In love and lust,
And time turns all to dust.
FOWC with Fandango — Speculate – This, That, and the Other (fivedotoh.com)
I met a young lady named Kate
Who said, “you must speculate to accumulate!”.
So I spent all my money
On Kate and Miss Honey.
And now I own just a plate!
I met a young lady of Sheffield
Who said, “all the men they yield
To the sweet charms
Of my warm arms”.
I said, “what! In this muddy field!”
I met a young lady named Belle
In the bar of a seedy hotel.
We spent our time
Discussing rhyme over wine,
Now the papers feature me with Belle!
I have been fortunate to have had several of my poems from “The Churchyard Yew and Other Poems” included in the World Poetry Reading Series for July 11th World Poetry Cafe for July 11 2024 Victor and many old poets by VictorSchwartzman | Mixcloud. Among the poems included are “A Hyacinth’s Scent Last Night” and “Blossoming Time”.
My poems are preceded by several poets reading their own work, including a fine reading by T. S. Eliot of “Sweney Among the Nightingales”, and the Welsh poet Dylan Thomas reading his poetry.
“The Churchyard Yew and Other Poems” can be found on Goodreads here The Churchyard Yew and Other Poems by K Morris | Goodreads and on Amazon here The Churchyard Yew and Other Poems eBook : Morris, K: Amazon.co.uk: Kindle Store.
The poems from “The Churchyard Yew” appear close to the end of the podcast and are read by the show’s host Victor.
In another’s death we see
Our own mortality.
We sympathise with the bereaved,
And may even grieve.
But in another’s death we see
Our own Mortality.
A work colleague recently drew my attention to an episode on the podcast “This American Life”, in which the writer Simon Rich grapples with the possibility that an artificial intelligence (AI) will take his job. The podcast contains extracts from the audio recording of “I am Code”, a book containing the results of an experiment where a group of friends asked the precursor to Chat GPT to write poetry.
The segment in question begins approximately 25 minutes into the podcast and runs for 21 minutes. To listen to the podcast please follow this link That Other Guy (thisamericanlife.org)
A small number of poems in my collection “More Poetic Meanderings” were written with the assistance of Open AI’s Chat GPT. You can find “More Poetic Meanderings” here More Poetic Meanderings – Kindle edition by Morris, K . Literature & Fiction Kindle eBooks @ Amazon.com.
There was a young man named Nool
Who was famous for his versatile tool.
A spinster called Shilling
Employed him for drilling
As she’d heard of Nool’s versatile tool!
There once was a very fine sculptor
Who was famous for owning a vulture.
The vulture called Mat
Wore a top hat.
He really was a very fine sculpture!
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