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There Once Was An Author Called Kate

There once was an author called Kate
With whom I had a date.
She stayed up all night
And did nought but write
So that was our only date!

There Was A Young Lady Called Ming

There was a young lady called Ming
With whom I had a fling.
Our affair twas brief
And ended in grief
When I eloped with her sister Ling …

Guest Barista: Kevin Morris/Oft of a summer’s day

My thanks to Go Dog Go Café for hosting me on their blog and publishing my poem “Oft of a Summer’s Day”.

Go Dog Go Café

Oft of a summer’s day

Have I turned away

To write.

I shall go out tomorrow

And forget my words

In the singing of birds.

But when night

Falls, I shall return what I borrow

From my ever present friend

Old Father Time

And my brief rhyme

Shall reach it’s end.

Kevin Morris was born in Liverpool (UK) on 6 January 1969.
Having graduated with a BA (joint hons) in history and poli...

Philosophers Disagree On What It Is To Be Free

Shall I confess?
She wore not a dress
But standard issue jeans.
The scenes
Enacted
Impacted
And she
And me
Played our bit part
In this drama of sin.

No words of love were spoken
And the heart
Was unbroken.
Yet one may still regret
Or not as the case may be.

Philosophers disagree
On what it is to be free.
And I think on she
And me.

CONFESSION

I particularly like the first poem which reminds me of the poetry of Dowson.

And now the dark days lengthen
So many friends have gone
I feel my spirit strengthen
Though so much feels so wrong

So many friends have gone,
Too many now to mention,
And so much feels so wrong,
The world is held in tension

Too many now to mention,
I sing my own sad song,
The world is held in tension
For better days I long

I sing my own sad song,
Free from all pretension,
For better days I long,
Time taught me a les...

Lord Salisbury Quotes

“By a free country I mean a country where people are allowed, so long as they do not hurt their neighbours, to do as they like. I do not mean a country where six men may make five men do exactly as they like.

That is not my notion of freedom”.

“A gram of experience is worth a ton of theory”.

“The days and weeks of screwed-up smiles and laboured courtesy, the mock geniality, the hearty shake of the filthy hand, the chuckling reply that must be made to the coarse joke, the loathsome, choking co...

There Was A Young Lady Called Nell

There was a young lady called Nell
Who cast a powerful spell.
Waking at dawn
I felt forlorn
At the loss of my wallet and Nell …

Sometimes I Think On Men Of Great Estate

Sometimes I think on men of great estate
Who would, of an evening late
Gaze over the countryside
And wonder whether democracy’s rising tide
Would bring civilisation to an end.

I can not pretend
That there was not in such men
A desire for their privilege to survive
Democracy’s rising tide.
Yet I regret
The idea that any fool
May rule
And I feel in my heart
That democracy and mobocracy
Are sometimes not that far apart

The Girl Who Wasn’t There

A recording of my poem “The Girl Who Wasn’t There”, read by my friend Shanele,

There Was A Young Man Called Guy

There was a young man called Guy
Who stole a large apple pie.
A baker named Jim
Ran after him
But he couldn’t catch up with Guy!