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There Was A Young Lady Named Lucille

There was a young lady named Lucille
Who swallowed a very large live eel.
When she passed away
Her friends did say
“She was never the real deal”.

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There Was A Young Lady Named Leigh

There was a young lady named Leigh
Who said “new year, new me”.
She went to the cash machine
Some money to glean
But her bank did not agree.

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Poet Kevin Morris To Appear On Vancouver Co-Op Radio’s The World Poetry Reading Series, at 1:30 PST on Thursday 11 January 2018

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I am pleased to announce that I shall be appearing on Vancouver Co-Op Radio’s The World Poetry Reading Series, at 1:30 PST on Thursday 11 January. This equates to 9:30 PM UK time.

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During the show I shall be talking about (and reading) my poetry.

You can listen to a previous podcast of me reading from my collection of poetry, “My Old Clock I Wind” by clicking here http://moyhill.com/clock/assets/km_interview2-world_poetry_cafe-2017.04.05.mp3.

To find out about the World Poetry Reading Series...

There Are No Pockets In A Shroud

There are no pockets in a shroud.
The proud
And the humble
All must tumble
Into the grave.
But you should save
One solitary coin
To enjoin
The ferryman to take you on
Your final journey.

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Stable Doors

The wind does moan
Outside, as my thoughts fly
in circles well known to me.
I lie
Alone,
Unable to close eye
And return to a land
Where I have no command
Over foot or hand.

The morning light filters through curtain.
I am uncertain
Of my inner spring
And no not what today will bring
Other than the endless debate
Over whether I should close the stable gate.
I ought to have said “whoa!”
Long ago
But lacked the will to do so.

A Review Of My Collection Of Poetry, “My Old Clock I Wind”

On checking Goodreads today, I was delighted to come across the below review of my collection of poetry, “My Old Clock I Wind”:

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“A wonderful collection of poems by the talented Kevin Morris all of which have the underlying theme of life and time passing.

Three of my favourite poems from this collection are as follows:

Hatters and hares – a very clever poem based on Alice’s experience of having tea with the March Hare and the Mad Hatter in the classic story Alice in Wonderland.
The poem makes...

An Elderly Libertine Named Fred

An elderly libertine named Fred
Lay upon his deathbed.
His young mistress walked by
And said, with a tear in her eye
“Won’t you sin, one more time, ere your dead?”

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An elderly libertine named Fred
Lay upon his deathbed.
When his young mistress walked in
He said, with a grin
“I shall sin,
One more time, ere I’m dead!

Scorpions Of The Mind

I find
That scorpions of the mind
Run rampant in sleep.
To keep
Them at bay
I shall away
And write.

They caper
On paper.
But the thing
Is they will
Return to sting
And bite.
At night.
Therefore To still
The thing that would kill
I must write.

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“Oh, full of scorpions is my mind, dear wife!
Thou know’st that Banquo, and his Fleance, lives”.
Macbeth: Act 3, scene 2.

There Was A Young Man Named More

There was a young man named More
Who said “impure thoughts I do abhor!”.
He took numerous cold showers
Which lasted for hours.
These soon put an end to More!

Skin

Going to bed
I shed
My skin. When I awake
I shall take
It up once more
From chair or floor.

One day
I shall go away
Leaving my skin
To be sold in
Some charity store.
Rummaging through bags on the floor
Maybe some shopper will buy
A piece of me.
Perchance a thoughtful soul may wonder why
My skin came to be there.
Or, more likely they will not care
For bargain hunting is the new thing, and besides, giving money to a good cause
Oft results in applause.

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Going to bed
They shed
Their skin. Whe...