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Poet Kevin Morris Interviewed on Access Radio

I was delighted to be interviewed by Access radio about my day job, my life as a visually impaired person and my poetry, https://www.mixcloud.com/VictorSchwartzman/access-radio-may-15-2024-kevin-morris/

 

 

The podcast runs for approximately 60 minutes, of which around 25-30 minutes concerns a discussion of my poetry and the creative process more generally.

 

If you do listen, I would be interested in your thoughts.

Flow

I know a young lady named Flow.

Her husband he left some time ago.

We laugh and drink

And sometimes I think,

On that strange lump in Flow’s patio …

There Once Was a Young Person of Woking

There once was a young person of Woking

Who had a very bad habit of poking,

Until they poked an old man

Who said, “I’ve got a plan,

To kick you around the town of Woking!”.

 

 

Lyme Who Taught His Dog How to Rhyme

There once was a poet named Lyme

Who taught his dog how to rhyme.

In the depths  of dark

He would howl and bark

And his dog would recite a rhyme.

Ambiguity

I dreamed a dream of delight

On a warm spring night

And when I awoke

My conscience spoke.

 

 

It said, “dreams are not crimes,

But when a poet rhymes

In his art

You see his heart”.

 

As for me

I must practice ambiguity

In my poetry

Lest my art

Reveal my secret heart.

 

When I go away

Perchance my  verse will stay

And some will upbraid me

For my poor poetry

And the crime

Of ambiguous rhyme …

Seals and High-Heels

A young lady who wore only high-heels

Had a fondness for swimming with seals.

An old vicar called Glass

Said, “we are but grass.

But I’m fond of seals and high-heels!”

There Once Was a Bishop Known as Ted

There once was a bishop known as Ted

Who, being found with his mistress in bed

Said, “if I had time

I would most certainly resign!

But its so very comfortable in this bed!”

Temptation

Sometimes when loneliness or aching lust

Becomes too much

I crave a woman’s touch,

For in her arms I forget

All my regret,

And that I  am dust.

 

 

At other times

I take refuge in rhymes

From poets long gone.

 

 

Books have charms

But a girl’s soft arms

And her scent  often tempts

Me –  sometimes into poetry …

Gwen Who Works in a Dodgy Gambling Den

I know a young lady named Gwen

Who works in a dodgy gambling den.

When she spins the wheel

All the money she steals,

So she’s loaded is my girlfriend Gwen …!

So I’m dating that young lady Gwen!

Lost Youth

On a spring day

Girls in short dresses

Progress  by.

Old men sigh

Finding their mind

Turn to past progress

And the truth

That youth

Is fleeting as flowers.