K. Morris's Blog, page 266

Dust

Stilettos stir up dust.

Whilst men choose

To lose

Themselves in lust.

And girl’s new shoes

Tread dust.

When A Gorgeous Young Lady Named Frida

When a gorgeous young lady named Frida

Said, “I’d make a most excellent breeder!”.

I said, “lets have fun

In this hot summer sun.

But please, can we forget the breeder!”.

Whilst Declaiming My Poetry To A Crowd

Whilst declaiming my poetry to a crowd

In a town that’s known as Stroud,

A young lady dressed in white

Said, “sir, it’s long after midnight,

And your voice is far too loud!”.

Sappho

She does not know

Of the poet Sappho,

For her heart

Lies not in art.

But, you know

She would certainly undress

The great poetess,

Where she to know.

Late July

These fallen leaves

In late July

Say that I

Am but man.

Summer will not stay,

Though a rhyme may

Outlive a man.

Videos of Poet Kevin Morris reading from his book ‘Light and shade; serious (and not so serious) poems

I have just uploaded several videos to Youtube of me reading poems from my book ‘Light and Shade; serious (and not so serious) poetry. A lot of the poems were read next to the Wood near my home, and due to the wind, the sound quality is impaired.

https://www.youtube.com/user/101drewdog

Leigh Who Composed Poetry Whilst Climbing A Tree

There once was a young lady named Leigh

Who composed rhyming poetry whilst climbing a tree.

But her hands did slip

Causing a fractured right hip.

And a critic to praise Leigh’s fine poetry!

I Look At The Dark Sky

I

Look at the dark sky

And think on how night

Closes in

Alike

On virtue

And sin

A Guest Post And A Review Of My Book “Light and Shade”

My thanks to Robbie Cheadle for her kindness in allowing me to talk about my favourite poem, “They Are Not Long”, by Ernest Christopher Dowson, and for reviewing my book, “Light and Shade”. For the post please visit https://kayelynnebooth.wordpress.com/2020/07/25/meet-poet-kevin-morris-and-a-review-of-his-latest-book-light-and-shade-serious-and-not-so-serious-poems/.

Inside

You slip inside.

And in glide

And wet

Forget regret.

There are no ties to bind

Yet,

in the back of your mind

You find

Regret.