Monthly Archives: November 2016

On Patrol

On patrol.
She is in control,
Her whole
Being bent
On making him content.

His pent
Up frustration
Is expressed in dissipation.
He has long since lost control
And is losing his soul.

She stays for a while
Then leaves with a smile
And a wave.
The position is grave
And no one is saved.

On patrol again
She wonders when
Or if the men
Will ever see
The real she
Hidden behind the make-up.

Girl and man need a wake-up
Call,
But it is easier to fall
Than to arise
And reach for the skies.

My Interview on Croydon Radio (an update and an apology)

Apologies to any of my readers who tuned in to hear me at 5:15 pm today on Croydon Radio. My interview was scheduled to take place at 5:15, however it occurred at 5:41. For anyone who missed my interview and would like to hear me discussing my collection of poetry, “Refractions”, I understand a podcast will be available on the Croydon Radio website over the next few days, (http://croydonradio.com/).

Kevin

Listening to the Radio

A young woman, on the radio, sings of crushes
And how love comes and goes.
Heaven knows
She spares no blushes
Regaling me with her affairs.
A song light as air
That passes over where
The party goers play.

Today
It is the tune of this nubile
Girl
To which the dancers twirl.
There may be a denial
That this constitutes art.
I, for my part
Find in her voice, a pleasant enough warble
Over which to dordle
As I bathe and shave

Kevin Live On Croydon Radio at 5:15 pm Today

Just a quick reminder that I will be on Croydon Radio at 5:15 this evening to talk about my poetry. To listen at 5:15 please go to http://croydonradio.com/. My interview will subsequently be available as a podcast.

Kevin

Poems for Winter

The official start of winter is 1 December. However, given the extremely cold bouts we have been experiencing here in the UK, coupled with winter’s impending onset, I wanted to share with you a number of my poems with a wintry theme:

The Clocks Have Gone Back
Thoughts On A Winter’s Evening
Will Spring Come Again?
Snow
Bee And Rose
December?
Leaf

My bookshelves

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I thought it would be interesting to share a view of the bookcase in my bedroom. The books in question are all in braille. I have four book cases in total; the one in the bedroom, another in my living room and two in my study/spare room.

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K Morris reading an anonymous poem entitled ‘The Bridal Morn’

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A selection of books from my bookcase

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My bookcase

K Morris reading an anonymous poem entitled ‘The Bridal Morn’

http://www.theguardian.com/books/2012/oct/08/poem-of-the-week-bridal-morn

An article from The Guardian about the poem ‘The Bridal Morn’

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A Place to Relax

As a writer, I try to keep one room in my flat free of technology (so far as that is possible in today’s increasingly connected world). The majority of my writing occurs in my spare room which, when guests come to stay reverts to it’s original purpose as a place where the weary may lay their sleeping heads. The room contains 2 large bookcases, a desk, bed and a wardrobe. On my desk sits a laptop.
I rarely move the laptop into either the master bedroom or the living room as I believe it is important to separate my relaxation time from that spent writing. While the living room contains a television and a hi-fi system, my bedroom has no technology other than a rather ancient talking alarm clock. Apart from the furniture one would expect to see in any bedroom, my place of rest also contains a tall bookcase containing my favourite books. Apart from it’s obvious function as a place for me to sleep, the bedroom is, in many ways my sanctum, the spot where I can relax away from technology, read and, of course “wrap up the ravelled sleeve of care”.
While I do often read in the comfort of my living room, the presence of the television can act as a distraction, hence my liking for the bedroom where technology rarely enters. Our heads are so full of information (much of it fed into it by technology in it’s various forms) that having a retreat where one can be apart from the distractions of the online world and television is, in my view vital to a balanced life. Do I always achieve this balance? The honest answer is no. However having a place where I can recharge my batteries (oops one can not escape from technology) undoubtedly helps me to relax and switch off (so far as that is possible) from my writing.

The Poet and the Workman

Some Thursday morning humour.

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Poet: “Why do you dig a hole my good man?”
Workman: “Because I can,
While those who are not able
Sit at a table,
Wasting time
Trying to make their verses rhyme”!

Poet: “I have a plan
To make my lines scan.
Kindly move your van
And I will be on my way
To versify the livelong day”.

“Workman: Why bless my soul
This poet droll
So intent was he on his goal
Of writing verse,
That the man’s fallen into that there hole,
To be a rhymer is most perverse”!

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