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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).

Aphrodite’s Nightie

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My girlfriend whose name is Aphrodite

Went and bought a see-through nightie.

Her friend Miss Echo

Is fond of Prosecco –

And the vicar has her nightie …

When Dracula Went to a Pub

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When Count Dracula went to a pub

In search of some good wholesome grub,

A barmaid named Kelly

Offered him fruit jelly.

But he wanted another kind of grub …

All to Dust

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The tree

By the graveyard plot

Has stood, impassively

For years.

 

Many tears

Have been shed

Over the dead.

 

This old tree

Will outlast me.

Yet,  it to must fall

For the churchyard plot

Calls us all

To dust

Dom

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Have you heard of a dominatrix named Nicks

Who is known for her love of sticks?

If you ask how I know,

I heard it from Vicar Joe;

Who is known for his love of sticks …

Cold Birds

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Standing in the cold park

I heard the birds

Sing in early January.

 

I will hear them in spring.

And think I see

Cold birds.

 

 

Yet I know that the  winter

Lives in me

And poets sing

Of what is true.

Dodgy

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Whilst browsing a dodgy website

I encountered a young lady named White.

She came round to mine

And after much wine

I kissed that young lady good night …

Generation Z

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I am dating a young lady from Gen Z

Who says that she is in love with me!

She calls me her honey

And thinks I have money.

So don’t tell her the truth about me …

 

A Memory

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You padded around my flat

Silent as a cat.

 

 

I strain

To remember your name.

Then it comes back.

And I recall

You wanted something else

And I, wanted you,

And fell from grace.

 

A few years  later, you called my name

In the street

Were intimate strangers

By mischance meet.

 

 

You were no old flame.

Yet the memory remains

Of a girl, perhaps  half there.

And your friend in the street

Who knew it was true

But claimed a mistake

Had occurred.

 

 

Yet, I knew you –

A sleek black cat

Who lost her fur

In a gentleman’s flat.

Lethe

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One day

I will cross the Styx

And drink of Lethe.

 

 

All our memories must decay.

But some succumb

To Lethe

Before they make their way

Over the Styx.

 

 

We grieve

For those who are here

Yet gone away.

And pray

That when we leave

We may

Recognise Charron.

 

Yet some who forget

Before they cross

Know not what

They have lost

 

More wine

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When a young lady drinking my wine

Said, “your rhyme it is truly divine!”

I said to her, “miss,

Do give me a kiss!”

She said, “first give me more wine!”