K. Morris's Blog, page 508
March 26, 2018
K Morris reading his poem ‘There are no pockets in a shroud’.
Me reading my poem ‘There are no pockets in a shroud’.
K Morris reads his poem ‘The writers’ pen’
Me reading my poem ‘The writer’s pen’.
K Morris reading his poem ‘The delight of snow’
Me reading my poem ‘The delight of snow’.
K Morris reading his poem ‘The crooked tree’
Me reading my poem ‘The crooked tree’.
K Morris reading his poem ‘This rhyme is out of time’.
Me reading my poem ‘This rhyme is out of time’.
K Morris reading his poem ‘Rhodes’
Me reading my poem ‘Rhodes’.
K Morris reading his poem ‘Barefoot’.
Me reading my poem ‘Barefoot’.
K Morris reading his poem ‘Sandwich Wrapper’.
Me reading my poem ‘Sandwich Wrapper’.
K Morris reading his poem ‘Apart’
Me reading my poem ‘Apart’.
Guest author: Kevin Morris – Kipling may regret…
My thanks to Sue Vincent for her kindness in publishing the below poem by me.
Image: StockSnap at Pixabay
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In the restaurant its just the waiter and I,
While outside the window Vehicles speed by.
“There are a lot of beautiful women outside today”,
He remarks by way
Of conversation.
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I drink
My wine and think
About this nation
On who’s empire the sun would never set.
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Kipling may regret,
Yet
The sun continues to shine
And there is curry
And wine,
While in the street...
