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Kevin Morris Reading from his poetry collection, “More Poetic Meanderings”

Today, I am sharing a link to me reading from my collection, “More Poetic Meanderings”, https://soundcloud.com/kevin-stephen-morris/poet-kevin-morris-reading-from-his-collection-more-poetic-meanderings-part-1.

 

“More Poetic Meanderings” is also available in Kindle and paperback from Amazon and can be found here https://www.amazon.com/More-Poetic-Meanderings-K-Morris-ebook/dp/B0BZT9G139

Love

I have heard girl’s giggle

As I walked alone

The hard stones

And thought on lover’s wriggles.

Then returned home

To my bed to lie

Where no lover’s sigh

And the emptiness of night

Grips me tight.

But when love dies

Lovers also cry.

Mermaids

There is much on display today

In the sultry city.

I am witty.

We chat of this and that.

She laughs. adjusts the rucksack

On my back.

I think on mermaids

And know I grow old.

Bill the Thief

There once was a thief named Bill

Who dated a young lady called Jill.

He stole her heart

And all her art,

So they locked him in a mill!

The Naughty Nymph

I’ve just met a very naughty nymph

Who winked at me from a plinth.

Her name is Miss Follett

And she has my wallet!

Dear reader! Have you seen that nymph!

Peace

Listening to windchimes

I think how we strive,

Always struggling to arrive.

And, for a moment find

All striving cease

And peace

In windchimes.

Gwen and her Pen

There once was a student named Gwen

Who was fond of throwing her pen.

A teacher called Lou

Said, “that won’t do!”,

And threw that pen back at Gwen!

What it means to be human in an age of intelligent machines of

An insightful article entitled “what it means to be human in an age of intelligent machines”, https://thepoetspeace.wordpress.com/2025/06/24/what-it-means-to-be-human-in-an-age-of-intelligent-machines/.

 

I think the author makes some excellent points. However, whilst artificial intelligences (AIS) can vacuum up vast amounts of data (the poetry of John Keats, William Shakespeare Etc) and produce a “poem” from that data, it does not comprehend what it is doing. Nor does it feel real emotion.

 

In...

The Ferryman

When a ferryman who sailed the great river Styx

Went and pelted me and my mates with bricks,

Me and Moat

Sank his boat,

Which now lies at the bottom of the Styx!

Lost Shoes

A young lady who is fond of booze

Lost her stiletto shoes in the river Ouse.

Now a naughty nun

Wears them for fun –

We met on a round the world cruise!