K. Morris's Blog, page 136

Dancing by Moonlight

There was a young lady named White
Who liked to dance nude by moonlight.
And when the sun rose
She’d put on her clothes.
But the men all enjoyed the moonlight!

Fantasies

I have chased the chaste
Through nights of delight,
For we can be free
In our secret fantasy.

In my head
I have said
That which I ought
Not to have thought.

And in my dream
It often does seem
That fantasy
Becomes reality.

And in her head
What thoughts of bed
And fantasy
Has she?

For even the chaste
May, in secret fantasy
Relish the chase
And lover’s embrace.

Elegy in a Country Churchyard

I often think of Thomas Gray’s Elegy Written in a Country Churchyard as I pass through the grounds of All Saints Church https://www.allsaintsuppernorwood.co.uk/

Gray’s poem is long since out of copyright and is reproduced below:

The curfew tolls the knell of parting day,
The lowing herd wind slowly o’er the lea,
The plowman homeward plods his weary way,
And leaves the world to darkness and to me.

Now fades the glimm’ring landscape on the sight,
And all the air a sole...

Is it Just

Is it just
An antiquated rule
That keeps fools
Away from play?

I am dust,
As is she
Yet this lust
May not be

Beating Time to Rhyme

A young lady whose name is Lou
Likes to spank me with her shoe.
She says, “your verse
It grows steadily worse!
So I’ll spank you with my shoe!”

Jubilee

A moderate patriotism is good
And I raise a glass
To my queen and country.
While, in the ancient wood
The eternal wind does pass
Over tree
And grass.

Mark’s Date in the Park

There once was a fiction writer named Mark
Who wrote about his date in the park.
A young lady named Lou
Said, “I shall sue you!
As I didn’t do that in the park!”

My interview on access radio

A couple of weeks ago i was interviewed on Access Radio. During my interview, i talked about my life as a visually impaired person in the UK. In addition, i read a number of my poems.

I am pleased to be able to announce that my interview is now available on sound cloud. It is split up into two parts and they can be found here.

PART 1: https://soundcloud.com/kevin-stephen-morris/kevins-interview-on-access-radio-1

PART 2: https://soundcloud.com/kevin-stephen-morris/kevins-intervie...

There Once Was a Clever Old Ghost

There once was a clever old ghost
Who spent all his days stealing toast.
When they covered it in glue
He said, “I’ll start stealing stew!”.
That clever and most enterprising old ghost!

We All Disjoint

At some point
We all disjoint
And go below
To must
And dust.

Transhumanists may deny
That I
Must surely die.
Yet below
I must go.