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The Great Cycle

Walking in the woods yesterday I was reminded of this post.

K Morris - Poet

Walking in the woods after rain. Damp grass caressing my naked feet, the scents of nature heady and pervasive.

Losing myself in the dark mystery, moving ever closer towards that which can not be expressed.

Time appears to stand motionless. That old gnarled log on which I have so often rested stretches it’s bulk across the leaf strewn path. Once part of something living it now acts as a convenient bench while, imperce...

When A Young Lady Named Balinda

When a young lady named Balinda
Met a firey gentleman through Tinder,
She thought something was quite wrong
As he had horns very long,
Which frightened that young lady Balinda!

The Selected Poems of K Morris

Many thanks for hosting me on your blog, Robbie. Kind regards, Kevin

Robbie's inspiration

I am delighted to welcome poet and author, Kevin Morris, to Robbies Inspiration today with a post about his new book, The Selected Poems of K Morris. Kevin is a wonderful writer and I have read and reviewed a few of his delightful poetry books.

I will now hand over to Kevin to tell you a bit about his writing process and to share a poem from this collection:

Whilst sitting at the oak table in my mum’s d...

When A Young Man Named Nick

When a young man named Nick
Threatened me with his walking stick,
I said, “do you happen to know
The boxer known as big, bad Jo?”,
At which Nick dropped his stick!

When The Wife of a Man Named Ed

When the wife of a man named Ed
Found a strange girls shoes under their bed
She said, with a sigh
“I really don’t know why
You must insist on wearing those stilettos, Ed!”.

A Young Lady Whose Name Was Wood

A young lady whose name was Wood
Said, “I shall always be very good,
But, whilst out walking one day
In a field of sweet hay,
She did what she never should!

A Young Lady Whose Name Was Claire

A young lady whose name was Claire
Had beautiful, long brown hair,
But when it did rain
She cried out in pain,
As her hair it turned quite fair!

Autumn has Come To Me

Autumn has come to me.
I see
The fallen tree
As I walk through the wood.

Though many a tree
Remains good,
I think on the fallen one
(Not long gone),
On Brexit,
An exit
And parliamentary democracy.

A Young Lady Named White

A young lady named white
Came round to mine last night.
There she stood in my bedroom
Scented with the sweetest perfume,
As she deftly changed my light!

When A Young Lady Named Lou

When a young lady named Lou
Married an elderly vicar called Drew,
All the bridesmaids got very drunk,
And a rather disreputable old monk,
Waltzed with a girl called Sue!