K. Morris's Blog, page 84

Sitting on this Fallen Log

Sitting on this fallen log

With my dog

Nearby, I touch the reality

Of this tree,

Which once stood

In this Great North Wood.

 

 

It’s brother trees still stand

Their canopy shading me

From the evening sun.

 

 

Others will come

And sit or stand

In this place

When this old fallen tree

And you who

Now read me

Have vanished without trace.

The Scents of a Mild July

The scents of a mild July

Fill the woodland air.

There has been a heavy downpour.

I know there

Will be more

Rain to soak the dry

Earth here in the UK.

While elsewhere

People die

In the blistering sun.

Today, it is not the UK.

But another heatwave will surely come

And we will pray

For the rain again.

 

 

The autumn

Used to bring fallen leaves

While the springtime

Brought flowers.

Now I rhyme

Of confusion

and the illusion of progress.

But man’s hour?

I know not

When his clock may stop.

A Most Morbid Young Man Named Paul

A most morbid young man named Paul

Decided to put an end to all

By traveling to Bristol

With an antique pistol.

But he didn’t like Bristol at all!

This Falling Rain

This falling rain

Offers an excuse to remain

In the dry

Pub. So you and I,

Forgetting the rain,

Drink again.

Though we know

When we go

The rain

Will remain.

 

My AI Girlfriend

I have just purchased an AI girlfriend

Who is driving me round the bend.

She calls me her honey

And spends all my money,,

Which is just like my real girlfriend!

Gray

I scent new-mown grass

As I pass

Along the churchyard path.

And remembering Gray

Who passed that way

Consider clay

And grass.

Respectability

When a young lady wearing 1 spectacle

Said, “sir, I am not that respectable!”.

I said to her, “Flair,

That’s a very big pare!”.

She said, “sir, you are not respectable!”.

Poet Kevin Morris Interviewed by Ariadne Sawyer of Vancouver Co-op Radio’s the World Poetry Reading Series

On Monday 17 July, I was interviewed by Ariadne Sawyer of Vancouver Co-op Radio’s the World Poetry Reading Series. For a podcast of my interview, during which I talked about my poetry and read several of my poems, please visit, https://www.mixcloud.com/VictorSchwartzman/world-poetry-cafe-for-july-20-with-kevin-morris-and-carmen-militano/.

 

I listened back to the podcast using Google Chrome. However, other browsers should also work.

 

My thanks to Ariadne for her kindness in interviewing me.

A 4 Star Review of My Collection of Humorous Poems, My Friend’s Robot Girlfriend and Other Humorous Verses

I was delighted to receive the below review of my collection of humorous poems, “My Friend’s Robot Girlfriend and Other Humorous Verses”:

 

“This collection of poems comprises humorous limericks. The poet has a sharp eye for the failings of mankind and has woven his observations into these clever poems.

An excellent example of one such exposing poem is Henrietta’s Erotic Letter:

When a naughty young lady named Henrietta
Sent the bishop an extremely erotic letter,
His wife called her loose
And hi...

Modernity

Amidst these windswept trees

I feel free

Of modernity.

For the breeze

Drowns out the noise

Of broken

Toys.

 

 

In this wood

A tree

Fall

Could end all

This modernity,

Leaving no rhyme

Behind.