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Great Feedback On My “Selected Poems”

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I was delighted to receive the following email earlier today:

“Dear Mr Morris,
I am writing to tell you that your poems in “The Collected Poems of K Morris” that you gave me on the train on my way to college are exceptional. You might not remember me but I am the girl doing politics and history that you met on the train and gifted your amazing book to. I have always been interested in writing poems and therefore you have really inspired me to carry on my interest and write some poems of my own. I would really like to thank you for gifting me your book and inspiring me to continue writing”.

The Selected Poems of K. Morris

“The Selected Poems of K Morris” can be found here https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B07WW8WXPP/ (for the UK), and here https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07WW8WXPP/. (for amazon.com customers).

(Please note, I have not included the young lady’s name in order to protect her privacy).

Ambiguity

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I dreamed a dream of delight

On a warm spring night

And when I awoke

My conscience spoke.

 

 

It said, “dreams are not crimes,

But when a poet rhymes

In his art

You see his heart”.

 

As for me

I must practice ambiguity

In my poetry

Lest my art

Reveal my secret heart.

 

When I go away

Perchance my  verse will stay

And some will upbraid me

For my poor poetry

And the crime

Of ambiguous rhyme …

Seals and High-Heels

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A young lady who wore only high-heels

Had a fondness for swimming with seals.

An old vicar called Glass

Said, “we are but grass.

But I’m fond of seals and high-heels!”

There Once Was a Bishop Known as Ted

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There once was a bishop known as Ted

Who, being found with his mistress in bed

Said, “if I had time

I would most certainly resign!

But its so very comfortable in this bed!”

Temptation

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Sometimes when loneliness or aching lust

Becomes too much

I crave a woman’s touch,

For in her arms I forget

All my regret,

And that I  am dust.

 

 

At other times

I take refuge in rhymes

From poets long gone.

 

 

Books have charms

But a girl’s soft arms

And her scent  often tempts

Me –  sometimes into poetry …

Gwen Who Works in a Dodgy Gambling Den

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I know a young lady named Gwen

Who works in a dodgy gambling den.

When she spins the wheel

All the money she steals,

So she’s loaded is my girlfriend Gwen …!

So I’m dating that young lady Gwen!

Lost Youth

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On a spring day

Girls in short dresses

Progress  by.

Old men sigh

Finding their mind

Turn to past progress

And the truth

That youth

Is fleeting as flowers.

Humorous Verse

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I have always enjoyed humorous verse. As a child I derived great pleasure from Edward Lear’s “The Owl and The Pussycat” and other similar verses. Then when I began to first write poetry, besides my serious work, I also penned (and continue to compose) humorous poems, 2 of which can be found below.

 

 

When a young man named Gus

Quoted Thomas Malthus on the bus,

A few fell asleep

While others did weep,

But the driver he didn’t fuss!

 

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When a close friend of my girlfriend

Invited us to spend a dirty weekend,

We entered the deep wood

And fell in the mud,

But lets return to our dirty weekend!

 

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In 2023 I published a selection of my humorous verses, “My Friend’s Robot Girlfriend”, which is available in Kindle and paperback from Amazon and can be found here, My Friend’s Robot Girlfriend and Other Humorous Verses – Kindle edition by Morris, K, Morris, K . Literature & Fiction Kindle eBooks @ Amazon.com..

 

Daisy Chains

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I saw daisies in spring grass

And thought of the past

When I first made my chains

Unaware of coming care.

 

Our acts forge a chain

For good or bad.

When I was a lad

I took daisies freely

Innocent of what would come to be.

 

I have picked so many spring flowers.

And I have learned

That youthful hours

Can never return

And the chain I made

May grow heavier with age.

The Beauty of Dawn

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There was a young lady named Dawn

Who danced nude on the vicarage lawn.

The vicar’s wife Hocking

Found it most shocking

And the vicar he studied Dawn’s form.

In Our Youth

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In our youth

We search for fairies.

Then when we reach maturity

We see the truth.

There are no fairies

Or white knights

To  ride to our rescue.

There is love and lust

And the Reaper

Who sweeps.