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Bliss

“Would you like  to,

Again? before I go …?”

Her kiss!

Her hands!

His momentary bliss.

Time never stands

Still. Goodbyes are spoken

And banks open.

When I Die

When I die

What will people see

In my poetry?

Will they read me

At all?

I will not know

Whether tis so

For in my pall

My poetry

Must surely go.

Though perhaps it may

Not be so.

Sex Kitten

A young lady who comes from Britain

Is known as a great sex kitten.

My dear old dog

Is known as Hogg,

And my kitten she comes from Britain …!

Poet Kevin Morris’s Interview on Vancouver Co-op Radio’s the World Poetry Reading Series

On Monday 29 May, I was interviewed by Ariadne Sawyer, of Vancouver Co-op Radio’s the World Poetry Reading Series about my recently released poetry collection, More Poetic Meanderings. My interview, during which I discuss and read my poetry, is due to be aired at 1 pm (pacific standard time) on Thursday 1 June, which equates to 9 pm here in the United Kingdom. You can find details of the World Poetry Reading series here https://coopradio.org/shows/world-poetry-cafe/.

 

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Permanence

Sometimes I think

On permanent things:

The birds that sing,

The grand old churches

And the trees.

 

 

Then the breeze,

Mingling with the rain

Shows what will remain.

When you and me

Are as the tree.

Old

A great poem by Mick Canning. I must confess that, as someone who is blind, I have been offered the help referred to by Mick since I was a youngster!

Mick Canning

God’s bones.

Cold stone skin covering

A hewn wooden ribcage that

Conceals a petrified heart.

A fossilised giant wallowing in a garden

Growing nothing but death.

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We know we will get old

But it takes you by surprise all the same.

Perhaps we refuse to see the signs –

Unexpected off...

Blogger’s Books: Kevin Morris

My thanks to Pete Johnson for publishing a guest post by me regarding my latest collection of poetry, My Friend’s Robot Girlfriend and Other Humorous Verses.

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I am happy to announce a new book by poet, writer, and blogger, Kevin Morris. Something to help raise a smile, which we can all do with these days.

Kevin has sent me some sample verses.

There Once Was a Policeman Named Warner

There once was a policeman named Warner
Who raided a rather famous old sauna.
He found Miss Hocking...

When I Bought a Fine Old Castle

When I bought a fine old castle

The resident vampire caused me great hassle.

Both her and a ghost

Would eat all my toast!

So I decided to leave for Newcastle!

I Have Awoken, After Wine

I have awoken, after wine,,

With a girl who’s heart

Was not mine,

And romanticising her in rhyme,

Have created art

Through a lie.

But love and lust

Both end in dust.

And there I

Must one day lie.

Memories Are Strange Things

Sometimes a poem stays with me, not because it is, necessarily, one of my favourites, but due to the memories associated with it. One such poem is Richard Cory by Edwin Arlington Robinson:

 

“Whenever Richard Cory went down town,

We people on the pavement looked at him:

He was a gentleman from sole to crown,

Clean favored, and imperially slim.

 

And he was always quietly arrayed,

And he was always human when he talked;

But still he fluttered pulses when he said,

“Good-morning,” and he glittered ...