K. Morris's Blog, page 31

Will I Always be?

Will I always be

The man who recites poetry

To young women,

My mind half on poetry,

And half on sinning.

They may admire my poetry,

But I am told

I grow old

And girls who have time

For my rhyme

Will never love me.

Yet they love my poetry

And is not poetry

Part of me?

Miss Plumb

I know a young lady named Miss Plumb

Who likes to spank blokes on their bum.

You ask, “is it nice?”.

I say, “its my vice!

And its strictly between me and Miss Plumb!”

As I Walk the Solid Path

As I walk the solid path

And pass trees waving in the wind.

I sway, and think of yesterday

When Romans came in wind and rain.

 

 

Did they think all will stay

As they made their way

Along This path of passing dreams?

 

 

I can not say

But the wind will outlast me

And the swaying tree.

Prams

I see babies in prams pass me by.

The seasons merge into 1

And I sigh for what is going fast,

And may already be gone.

 

The sound of carefree children touches me.

I must grope for hope

When women give birth on warming earth

To children who will not see

The season’s cycle as it should be.

New Readings by Poet Kevin Morris on Youtube

Over the last few years, I have been guilty of allowing my Youtube to languish. However, one of my new year resolutions is to post more frequently on Youtube. I have therefore started to upload more of my poetry onto Youtube over the past couple of weeks. To listen to me reading my poetry on Youtube please visit https://www.youtube.com/@101drewdog/videos. If you enjoy what you hear, do please consider subscribing to my Youtube channel.

Have you Heard of a Certain Bar?

Have you heard of a certain bar

Where the girls they go too far?

A young lady named Hocking

Wears naught but a stocking.

But now lets return to that bar …

When a Young Lady Eating Big Bananas

When a young lady eating big bananas
Said, “have you seen my pink pyjamas?”,
We all began coughing
And said, “your wearing nothing!”,
She said, “yes! I’ve lost my pyjamas!”

Poet Kevin Morris Reading his Poem Fire on Dodo Modern Poets

I am pleased to have had my poem “Fire”, included in Dodo Modern Poets. To hear me reading “Fire”, and other poets reading their work, please visit https://dodomodernvidpoets2022.blogspot.com/

Soap on a Rope

When a careless young man named Cope
Went and swallowed soap on a rope,
They feared he might fall
But he said, “not at all!
I’ll hold the rope on this soap!”

At the Edge of Town

At the edge of town
All sound is drowned
By the wind and rain.

The Roman came
And wrote Rome’s name
Here in Britain.

Now I hear the same
Wind and rain.