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On the Closure of the Railway Bell, 14 Cawnpore Street, Gipsy Hill

I sit at the bar

In the old familiar pub

And touch the wood

Tinged with beers

From bygone years.

Landlords have come and gone

But the pub has continued on.

I recall

With delight

The fire’s warm light.

But it’s a summer evening

And there is no firelight.

To brighten  this leaving.

I say goodbye

To the final table

I am unable

To show my eyes

For men don’t cry

Goodtime

“Have you ever been in love”, I said,

After we had been to bed.

“Yes, and he broke my heart”.

 

 

I am not rude like some other guy

She  saw, she said. And before she left

She offered me more bedtime.

 

 

Then, I was left behind

With my art

And the thought

That there ought

To be no more goodtime

Poet Kevin Morris on TikTok

As some of you may know, I have recorded a number of my poems on TikTok. You don’t have to have an account to watch my videos, however, you will need an account if you wish to like, comment or follow me on the platform.

My experience of TikTok has, on the whole, been a positive one, and I would encourage my fellow writers and poets to consider the platform. In my experience, my videos on TikTok reach people who do not follow me on my blog, although I am, of course, grateful to those few WordPres...

June Author Newsletter

I am pleased to announce that my June Author Newsletter is available and can be found here. It is over a year since my last newsletter, and I promise to be much better in the future.

There Was a Young Lady of Cameroon

There was a young lady of Cameroon

Who went by the name of Moon.

By the star’s bright light

She would squeal with delight,

But it was over all too soon!

A Tough Young Man Known as Lee

A tough young man known as Lee

Says he wants a word with me,

About a girl called Bland

And our one night stand,

But she only came round for tea!

Guest Writer

My thanks to Ester Chilton for kindly publishing a guest post by me.

Esther Chilton

I’m delighted to welcome Kevin Morris back as my guest writer. Kevin has appeared on my blog a few times with some wonderful poems. He’s just had a new book of poetry released, called ‘MyFriend’s Robot Girlfriend’. Do hop over to Amazon and take a look. Links can be found below.

Here’s what Kevin has to say about his love of poetry:

I have long been a fan of poetry in general, and spent many happy h...

Sex Work

No cry

Of delight.

The piston jerks.

A girl’s dry work.

Her worth

That night.

When I Met a Young Lady Online

When I met a young lady online

Who invited me round for some wine,

I said to her, “Coral,

There will be nothing immoral!”.

She said, “no, but after the wine …”.

I Am Trapped in Time

I am trapped

In time.

My passing rhyme

Must end

When he taps

Me on the shoulder

And says, “its over

My friend”.

 

And will aliens find

Fragments of poetry

And ponder on rhyme

And fleeting time?

 

 

Or will they see

An unintelligible line?

Or perhaps not care

When and where

We humans wrote,

Then cut our throat?