K. Morris's Blog, page 258

Glass

A glass

Reflects.

No respect

Or disrespect

For girls who pass.

It’s just his glass.

Flowers In My Mum’s Garden

Flowers in my mum’s garden

Bring to mind

A former time

When my grandfather grew roses.

I remember the scent

Of roses in his garden.

And my attempt

To make perfume.

In youth

Few engage with age.

And the truth

That roses,

Are gone so soon.

A Young Lady Whose Name Is Alice

A young lady whose name is Alice

Lives in a place called Crystal Palace,

Where she works in a sauna

With my good friend Miss Warner.

But I’ve not yet met Miss Alice.

Leigh’s Kiss

When a young lady named Leigh

Bestowed a soft kiss on me.

And her big boyfriend called Jack

Gave me a look most black,

I ran and climbed a tree!

Reluctant To Leave The Wind

Reluctant to leave the wind

I paused at my door,

For no man can be sure

When this fragile thing,

We call life, will end.

A 5 Star Review of My Book “Light and Shade”

I was pleased to receive the below 5 star review of “Light and Shade, entitled “A fine Collection of Poetry”:

“Kevin’s collections of poems are impressive to say the least and he captures the seasons and life experiences well. The limericks show his quick wit. Would highly recommend.”

To read the original review please visit, https://www.amazon.co.uk/review/RAB9H7HSUADIE/. Or to purchase (or read a sample of) “Light and Shade” please go to https://www.amazon.co.uk/Light-Shade-serious-not-poems...

Empire

The wind is getting up.

Should I put

Kipling aside

For his pride

In empire?

Should I apologise

And lower my eyes

For seeing empire

In all it’s complexity?

The Romans to Britain came.

Should Italians apologise

And lower their eyes

With shame?

You may say

“The Roman Empire

Was not all bad”.

But you would be mad

To put your head above the parapit

And admit

The same

Of Britain’s imperial past.

A certain class

Would look aghast

And cry “shame”

And label you

With a name

Untrue.

Mud sticks

And ma...

When I Said To My Dear Friend Pearl

When I said to my dear friend Pearl

“Do show me, does your hair naturally curl?”.

She turned bright red and said,

“Not on this sweet little head.

And Kevin, I’m not that kind of girl!”.

August Rain

Standing at my open window

I scent the garden below,

Sweetened by this August rain.

Some have never seen

The garden made green

By rain.

But must,

inhale dust.

And black tarmac.

As Ghosts They Come

As ghosts they come

Often when the sun

Is burning.

And, when the sun

Does set,

Oft you will find

His mind

Turning,

To thoughts of regret.

One day

They

Will no longer come

And the sun

Will, forever set

On his regret.

Some readers may engage

With a yellowing page.

And vampire

And desire.