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March 13, 2017
Ere We Die
Thank you to Pax Et Dolor Magazine for publishing my poem “Ere We Die”.
By :- Kevin Morris
On seeing the stormy sky
The poet thinks “man must die”.
He sees the young girl bloom
And says “she is destined for the tomb”.
Oh let us gather wild flowers
And not waste our powers
Trapped in ivory towers.
Beware the scholar’s domed head
For we are soon dead.
May our spirit fly
Ere we die
And are lost in endless sky.
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March 12, 2017
Kevin’s Poetry Featured On The World Poetry Reading Series
I am delighted to report that 2 of my poems where featured on the World Poetry Reading Series, a weekly programme hosted by Vancouver Co-Op Radio. The show was broadcast on Thursday 9 March. I am grateful to Ariadne Sawyer for kindly including my poetry. To listen to the programme please visit http://worldpoetry.ca/?p=11601. On Thursday 29 January the World Poetry Reading Series featured an interview with me, during which I read several of my poems. For my previous appearance on Vancouver Co-...
And Then They Murdered Jane Austen
When I say that they murdered Jane Austen, I’m not speaking metaphorically. Some person in the distant past didn’t simply eviscerate her work. No, I mean that a few scholars believe that someone poisoned Jane Austen. With arsenic.
According to research from the British Library, Jane Austen’s death at the age of 41, her early cataracts, and her strange facial pigmentation are all consistent with the effects of arsenic poisoning.
Some scholars say this sounds like murder. O...
New Poetry Collection
This week I shall begin the process of pulling together many of my poems, with a view to producing a new collection of poetry.
My poems lie scattered as leaves on a forest floor, in no particular order throughout my blog.
Many will appear “as is”, however others require to be edited by me, while all of my poems will be proofread prior to their publication in book form.
Proofreading is, for me about spotting typographical errors such as spelling mistakes and the use of a comma where a colon or...
March 11, 2017
What Is Progress?
What is this thing
Called progress? I asked a girl, who stood alone,
But her phone
Did ring
And technology (the king)
Who rules all
Led her to answer that call.
What is progress? I asked a teenager sitting at his laptop.
He answered me not
For he was engaged in the plot
Of a game in his bedroom
Which he played long into the gloom.
What is progress? I asked the statistician.
She gave me rhemes of data to analyse
Which led me to pedition.
What is progress? I asked my dog as he lay in the sun...
There Was A Young Man Called Nile
There was a young man called Nile
Who kept a pet crocodile.
The creature dreamed
Until, it seemed
He was back in the river Nile.
Magpie
Someone said
A magpie
Killed a blackbird, stone dead
And that is why
He dislikes the magpie.
We laud it over the magpie for he is our inferior.
And we humans, being superior
Do good to one another
For who will
Kill
His brother?
Wavertree Playground or The Mystery
As a child growing up in Liverpool, I have happy memories of visiting “The Mystery” or, to give the park it’s correct name, “Wavertree Playground”.
The unofficial title of “The Mystery” derives from the fact that the donor of the land wished to remain unknown. It is, however believed that the land was gifted by a Mr Holt of Liverpool, (http://www.old-merseytimes.co.uk/wavertreeplayground.html).
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There Was A Young Lady Called Leigh
There was a young lady called Leigh
Who climbed a very tall tree.
She yelled, with a frown
“Help me get down!”,
But I was lost at sea!
Another Ghost
Another ghost.
Another mocking toast,
How the hands of the clock do turn,
Never to return
To the point before
That particular door
Was unhinged by me.
I see
A procession of sweet ghouls
That call on fools
To follow
Them to the place where the hollow
Slink
Along
And The song of love is told
By the chink
Of gold.
