K. Morris's Blog, page 12

Siren Song

Man may ask

“Tie me to the mast”.

But when Sirens call

From the rocks

Many a man’s passion unlocks

And he falls

And is forever lost.

Midnight Knock

When a young lady named Moore

Went and knocked at a midnight door,

I recall how Bishop Paul

Said, “we all sometimes fall”,

As he opened that midnight door …

 

When an Extremely Pushy Young Lady of Malaysia

When an extremely pushy young lady of Malaysia

Demanded that we all go and praise her,

A man from Liverpool

Called her a fool,

And got praised by the people of Malaysia!

 

Sunlight

The sunlight falls

On Whitehall’s walls.

Some regret the sunset.

But all fires die.

And I delight

In morning light

And Kipling who foresaw

Empire might not endure

Conscious of the Breeze

I am conscious of the breeze

In the trees

As the vehicles pass me by.

 

Back at my flat

I go to my open window

And hear the eternal breeze

Passing through the trees.

Barking Up the Wrong Tree

When my dog friend said to me,

“You are barking up the wrong tree!”,

I said to him, “Mark,

I am unable to bark!

And you can not climb that tree!”

Culture

I am culture.

A vulture

In love with poetry.

A man

Of passing lusts

Who will be free

In dust.

 

 

The Importance of Discretion

A young lady of a very ancient profession

Is well known for her tact and discretion.

I’ve seen her in town

With her friend vicar Brown –

They think I possess great tact and discretion …!

A Young Lady of Malta

I know a young lady of Malta

And no-one is able to fault her.

But back at mine

She crosses a line –

But nobody knows that in Malta …!

Poet Kevin Morris Interviewed by the Croydonist

I was delighted to be interviewed by the Croydonist, a website which covers the area in which I live. To read my interview, please follow this link

https://www.croydonist.co.uk/kevin-morris/

 

I am grateful to Julia of the Croydonist for her kindness in interviewing me.