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My Guest Post On Short Prose

I was honoured to appear on Gabriela’s wonderful blog, (a writer I greatly admire).

For my guest post, please follow this link, https://shortprose.blog/2019/09/26/meet-a-wonderful-poet-kevin-morris-guest-post-poetry/

Death and the Poet

Back in 2015, I wrote “Epitaph On A Poet”. Looking back at my composition, I detect sadness with, perhaps a touch of humour:

A book of poems upon his grave

Could not the poet save.

The few his words touched

Failed to keep him from the dust.

When A Young Lady Named Lyme

When a young lady named Lyme
Asked, “would you like a good time?”,
I said, “would you take a look
In my newly published poetry book,,
As I’m sure you’re into great rhyme!

Whilst Lazing In My Bath

Whilst lazing in my bath
I heard a knowing laugh,
And said, “is that you Miss Hogg?
But ’twas only a dog,
That laughed at me in my bath!

When A Lady With Expertise In Latin

When a lady with expertise in latin
Dressed in a short dress of satin,
A little known poet called Morris
Read from The Odes of Horace,
But alas, he did lack any latin!

When a lady with expertise in latin
Dressed in a short dress of satin,
A little known poet called Morris
Read from The Odes of Horace,
Whilst dressed in silk and pink satin!

The Extraordinary Shall Become Ordinary

The extraordinary
Soon becomes ordinary.
And man does require
A more extreme
Tingle to kindle
His fire
Of desire.
For when a dream
Becomes reality
Often we see
The banality
Of it all
But, the writing being on the wall
We fall
Into a more extreme dream
And run
After a still hotter sun,
But our fun
Shall become banal
And we shall
Continue to run
After the setting
Sun,
Regretting
The bed
Where love is dead.
Yet it is not so
For, in your heart you know
That love and care
Was never there.

I Scent the Autumn Rain

I scent the autumn rain,
Comforting. The same
Rain as fell
As when I was a younger man.
Yet nature’s plan
Is upset
For, although the rain
Is as wet
As yesteryear
I fear
That the seasons grow confused
And I am bemused
By this warmer weather.
Yes the rain
Does remain
The same
But increasing storm
And strange
Weather, warns of climate change.

A Young Lady Whose Name Is White

A young lady whose name is White
Visited my website late last night,
And left a message truly shocking
About the loss of shoe and stocking,
Do you think she’ll be back tonight?

The BBC retrace the walk which inspired Keats to compose his “To Autumn”

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On todays “The World this Weekend”, on BBC Radio 4, there was a piece regarding John Keat’s “To Autumn”. In it a poet and a local nature expert retrace Keat’s footsteps as they walk through the countryside that inspired the composition of “To Autumn”.

To listen to the piece (its about 20 minutes into the 30 minute programme) please follow this link, https://www.bbc.co.uk/sounds/play/m0008qgb. Please note, you will need to log-in to BBC sounds in order to listen or, if you don’t have an accou...

A podcast of my interview on Vancouver Co-Op Radio’s The World Poetry Reading Series, on 19 September 2019 is now available

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As those of you who follow this blog will know, on 19 September I appeared on Vancouver Co-Op Radio’s The World Poetry Reading Series. During my interview, I read from, and discussed my “Selected Poems”.

I am pleased to announce that a podcast of my interview is now available, and can be found here, http://worldpoetry.ca/?p=14784. My interview can be located approximately 12 minutes into the podcast.

I listened back to the show using Google Chrome, so know that the podcast works utilising th...