K. Morris's Blog, page 12

When an Extremely Pushy Young Lady of Malaysia

When an extremely pushy young lady of Malaysia

Demanded that we all go and praise her,

A man from Liverpool

Called her a fool,

And got praised by the people of Malaysia!

 

Sunlight

The sunlight falls

On Whitehall’s walls.

Some regret the sunset.

But all fires die.

And I delight

In morning light

And Kipling who foresaw

Empire might not endure

Conscious of the Breeze

I am conscious of the breeze

In the trees

As the vehicles pass me by.

 

Back at my flat

I go to my open window

And hear the eternal breeze

Passing through the trees.

Barking Up the Wrong Tree

When my dog friend said to me,

“You are barking up the wrong tree!”,

I said to him, “Mark,

I am unable to bark!

And you can not climb that tree!”

Culture

I am culture.

A vulture

In love with poetry.

A man

Of passing lusts

Who will be free

In dust.

 

 

The Importance of Discretion

A young lady of a very ancient profession

Is well known for her tact and discretion.

I’ve seen her in town

With her friend vicar Brown –

They think I possess great tact and discretion …!

A Young Lady of Malta

I know a young lady of Malta

And no-one is able to fault her.

But back at mine

She crosses a line –

But nobody knows that in Malta …!

Poet Kevin Morris Interviewed by the Croydonist

I was delighted to be interviewed by the Croydonist, a website which covers the area in which I live. To read my interview, please follow this link

https://www.croydonist.co.uk/kevin-morris/

 

I am grateful to Julia of the Croydonist for her kindness in interviewing me.

Kevin Morris Reading from his poetry collection, “More Poetic Meanderings”

Today, I am sharing a link to me reading from my collection, “More Poetic Meanderings”, https://soundcloud.com/kevin-stephen-morris/poet-kevin-morris-reading-from-his-collection-more-poetic-meanderings-part-1.

 

“More Poetic Meanderings” is also available in Kindle and paperback from Amazon and can be found here https://www.amazon.com/More-Poetic-Meanderings-K-Morris-ebook/dp/B0BZT9G139

Love

I have heard girl’s giggle

As I walked alone

The hard stones

And thought on lover’s wriggles.

Then returned home

To my bed to lie

Where no lover’s sigh

And the emptiness of night

Grips me tight.

But when love dies

Lovers also cry.