K. Morris's Blog, page 175
September 28, 2021
When a Young Lady Drinking Strong Booze
When a young lady drinking strong booze
Lost more than her stockings and shoes,
Priggish Miss Coral
Called her immoral.
And I returned those stockings and shoes …
September 27, 2021
Young Women’s Feet
Young women’s feet
Kick autumn leaves.
Time deceives
Not. clocks
Do stop.
And once green leaves
Must turn to dust.
DELIGHTED TO ANNOUNCE – Free Verse Revolution Hearth and Home
I am delighted to announce that Issue III is out now. I am also delighted to announce that my poem “Remember Me” is included. Here is the link:
https://freeverserevolution.com/2021/09/25/issue-iii-released/
September 26, 2021
Poet Kevin Morris Reading His Poem Blackbird on Youtube
Yesterday, I recorded my poem Blackbird on youtube,
The poem came to me as I sat in my mum’s kitchen/dining area in Liverpool. The big clock on the wall ticked away the seconds whilst, in the garden I could hear the song of a blackbird.
Poet Kevin Morris Reading His Poem Leaving On Youtube
Earlier today, I recorded my poem Leaving on Youtube. To watch and listen to me reading Leaving please see below:
September Author Newsletter
My September Author Newsletter is now available and can be found here. In this issue you will find my poem ‘Squire and Peasant’, an article on the use of Microsoft Teams for poetry readings, together with other content.
Please click here to visit the newsletter.
September 25, 2021
Grub
When an elderly gentleman named Grub
Went and died in a gastropub,
A chef called Miss Lou
Put him in a stew
And served him up as grub!
Miss Doyle
I met a young lady named Doyle
Who knows how to use massage oil.
She came round to my place
With her pretty friend Miss Grace
To discuss the interesting subject of soil!
September 24, 2021
When An Adventurous Young Lady Wearing Heels
When an adventurous young lady wearing heels
Jumped in to swim with the seals
They said to her, “Lin,
To swim is no sin,
But why are you wearing those heels!”.
Why Do I Hate the Fly?
Why do I
Hate the fly?
Tis that he
Remindeth me
Of my
Own mortality.