You padded around
Without a sound,
In that natural, unnatural way.
The curtains where closed
For, without any clothes
My neighbours would have something to say,
As you padded around,
Without any sound
In that natural, unnatural way.
Loyal as a black
Cat, would you come back
Where there cream today,
And pad around
Without a sound
In that natural, unnatural way?
There was a young lady named Kate
Who invited me out on a date.
Her best friend Bess
Lost her dress
And kate, she just couldn’t wait!
There was a young lady named Kate
Who invited me out on a date.
When her best friend Bess
Lost her little black dress
Kate, she cancelled our date!
There was a young man named Guy
Who lay on the ground to die.
When it started to rain
He sang a sad refrain
Which made me want to die!
We ride
To forget
Regret.
We build inside
Savouring the mare’s stride.
Glide
And then slow
But oh
How quickly we let go
And in our fertile
Thrust
We proclaim our denial
That man is but dust
There was a young lady called Claire
With whom I had an affair.
Her best friend Lou
Joined we two
Along with a girl named Flair!
There was a young lady called Claire
With whom I had an affair.
When her husband Drew
Caught us two
He kicked me down their stair!
In this week’s Dispatches from The Secret Library, Dr Oliver Tearle revisits a classic study of modernist culture and snobbishness
John Carey’s The Intellectuals and the Masses: Pride and Prejudice Among the Literary Intelligentsia, 1880-1939
John Carey is one of the greatest living critics. His The Violent…
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I awoke to ravens cawing.
Their voices sawing
Through my mind.
No peace can I find
From the bird of ill omen
Who mocked the Roman
As he withdrew from these shores,
The bird’s caws
Lost in sea and oars.
He finds you online
Or over the phone
But he
And she
Are always alone.
In the hotel room
Perfume
Lingers on
Though she is gone
Back to the streets of stone
For she
And he
Are forever alone.
There was a young lady called Lou
Who said she loved me true.
We had a hot date
With a girl called Kate
Who said she loved me too!
There was a young lady called Leigh
Who said “I am in love with thee!”.
I said “my wife Grace
Has an innocent face
And she’d love to meet you Leigh …!”.
There was a young lady called Leigh
Who invited me round for tea.
A bishep named Paul
Said “all men fall”
When he joined us 2 for tea!
My thanks to Audrey Driscoll for reviewing an advanced copy of my forthcoming collection of poems, “The Writer’s Pen and other poems”. Kevin
Kevin Morris’s latest collection of poems is now available on pre-order at Amazon UK.
Here is my review of an advance copy…
This latest collection by Kevin Morris consists of 44 pithy reflections on life, death, and passing time. Some of the subjects and themes are the same as in Morris’s earlier collection, My Old Clock I Wind – nature, the seasons, clocks, sex, and mortality. A group of longer poems explores what might be called current affairs.
The tone of these works is darker and more serious than the earlier collection. I recognized no humorous poems, although a wry humor is present in some of them, such as “Libidinous,” in which the poet wonders about the activities of nymphs in a budding wood. “Summer” contains the delightful lines “Now ’tis the fashion / For short frocks / And tiny socks.”
I especially appreciated a sequence of several poems…
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