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Carpet Burns

My thoughts turn

To carpet burns.

A girl and I

By my gas fire.

I remember the flame

Of my desire.

But her name …?

Poet Kevin Morris’s Interview about his Recently Released Poetry Collection, “The Churchyard Yew and Other Poems”

On 24 June, I was interviewed by Ariadne Sawyer of the World Poetry Reading Series about my recently released poetry collection, “The Churchyard Yew and Other Poems”. The show was broadcast on Thursday 27 June and is now available as a podcast here World Poetry Cafe for June 27 with Kevin Morris by VictorSchwartzman | Mixcloud

 

My interview begins approximately 13 minutes into the podcast. During the interview, I read from “The Churchyard Yew” and discuss my poetry and writing process.

 

“The C...

A 5 Star Review of my Poetry Collection, “The Churchyard Yew and Other Poems”

I was pleased to receive this 5 star review of my recently published collection, “The Churchyard Yew and Other Poems”:

“… The poems in this short but sweet collection cover myriad topics in a variety of styles. Some are about churchyards while others are about humans and animals. My favorite is “Going to Hell in a Hand Cart,” a perfect way to end the book. If you like straightforward, entertaining poetry, this book is for you.”

 

(To read the review in full please visit Amazon.co.uk:Customer rev...

I Find Dust

I find dust

In old books.

While in the summer churchyard

The birds twitter.

They have no bitter

Thoughts of dust.

 

 

The graves impassively stand.

I can not command

Death to stay his hand.

Yet some say we may

Achieve immortality.

 

 

Where we to achieve immortality

Should I put away Gray’s

“Elegy Written in a Country Churchyard”?

The graveyard plot answers not

For the dead Are at peace.

 

The Dancing Girls Depart

The dancing girls depart

And leave behind:

A man’s lustful heart,

An unquiet mind

And the poet’s art.

Squire Ray

There once was an old squire named Ray

Who liked to go shooting all day.

His handsome butler called Morgan

Was good on the organ,

And the squire’s wife she loved to play!

The Forbidden Garden

Perfume in a forbidden garden.

Desires hidden behind friendly smiles.

Paradise held no inhibitions.

 

Society celebrates the variety

Of nearly all.

But some falls

Can not be forgiven.

 

So Adam waits

Though the Devil prates

Of outdated convention.

But the fruit

Is not quite ripe.

A 4 Star Review of My Collection “The Churchyard Yew and Other Poems”

I was delighted to receive the following 4 star review of my collection of poetry, “The Churchyard Yew and Other Poems” on Goodreads:

“This is a collection of almost 70 short poems. Most are reflections on mortality and the inevitability of death. Many compare human life to physical phenomena that do not experience death, or to nature, which transcends it. Weather and seasons are mentioned often, both as background and symbol …”.

(The full review can be found here Audrey Driscoll’s review of Th...

Lost Bras

I know a young lady named Marr

Who is always losing her bra.

She is known to be sporty

And I’ve heard that she’s naughty

And the vicar he’s wearing a bra …!

 

 

Something Happened

Something happened in her childhood, she said.

Now, at 20, she feels empty.

But makes money in bed.