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Poet Kevin Morris Interviewed on the World Poetry Reading Series

I was delighted to be interviewed by Ariadne Sawyer for the World Poetry Reading Series. The show was broadcast on Thursday 19th September on Vancouver Co-op radio.

 

To listen to a podcast of my interview please visit https://www.mixcloud.com/VictorSchwartzman/world-poetry-cafe-sept-19-2024-with-kevin-morris/?utm_source=notification&utm_medium=email&utm_campaign=upload_is_published&utm_content=html.

 

My segment begins approximately 20 minutes into the podcast. During the show, I discuss my poe...

Rose and Her Toes

A most talented young lady known as  Rose

As a habit of showing gentlemen her toes.

When they say, “give us more!”,

She says, “its such a bore!”,

As she blows her nose on those toes!

Reluctance

He tries for a kiss.

Her lips are dry

And her mouth remains closed.

She gave consent

To loss of clothes.

 

 

For his extra expense

She will kiss.

But he knows

She feels no bliss

And yearns to turn

From ageing lips.

Yet still they kiss

After Wine

After wine.

Her leg on mine.

Her hands.

And youthful bust

All command my lust.

She leaves her scent behind.

I drink it in.

There are no ties to bind.

So some would call it sin.

I see my shadow with me

On an autumn day.

In the charms of girl’s arms

I forget my shadow

But he does not forget me .

All this talk

Of gaudy baubles bought

Ends in nought.

Vicar Randy

When I saw the good vicar Randy

Drinking brandy with that gorgeous Miss Mandy,

I said to him, “Jim,

She is pretty and slim”.

He said, “yes, but I am Randy!”.

In the Autumn Wood

Alone, I walk the woodland path.

No one with whom to laugh

While in the endless sky

A plane goes by

As I dwell on love.

 

 

But birds still sing

In autumn and spring,

And I have this wood

And the autumn sun.

The Fun of being an Undertaker

There once was a man named Laker

Who got a job as an undertaker.

When a ghoul appeared

He said, “that’s weird!

Its such fun working as an undertaker!”

When I Met Mrs Dean Near Wuthering Heights

When I Met Mrs Dean near Wuthering Heights

She was dressed in some very tight tights.

When I turned to Mr Lockwood

He said, “I wish she would

Wear something with those very tight tights!”.

From My Archives: “A Storm is Coming, they Said”

“A Storm Is Coming” They Said

Naivety

Warm in my bed

Thor’s great roar shook   me

Out of my complacency.

These thoughts in my head

Will die. But Thor

And the  rain will remain.

 

 

This civilisation is in denial.

We hide behind technology

While the weather gods smile

At our naivety,

Biding their time