Me reading my poem ‘The writer’s pen’.
Monthly Archives: March 2018
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
Multiracial feet
Hurry along,
Beating out a more or less harmonious song.
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About The Author
I was born in Liverpool in 1969, a year best known of course for my birth. Well no, actually it is better known for the moon landings which certain peculiar conspiracy theorists still maintain never took place (the moon landings that is, not my birth!).
It was from my grandfather that I derived my first love of literature and I…
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There Was A Young Lady Called Bell
There was a young lady called Bell.
Who I knew extremely well.
She worked as a dancer
And was a bit of a chancer
As all the boys will tell.