Whilst out in the fields last week
I heard a sheep speak.
Having come from the pub
I was full of drink and grub,
But that sheep it really did speak!
Whilst Out In The Fields Last Week
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Monthly Archives: April 2019
I Know A Young Lady Named Nell
I know a young lady named Nell
Who frequents an unmentionable hotel.
Though the food it is dire
She has stoked the fire,
Of many a guest in that unmentionable hotel …!
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I know a young lady named Nell
Who frequents an unmentionable hotel.
When she woke me at dawn
I said, with a yawn,
“Nell, you should clean this hotel!”.
The Poet’s Muse
The poet’s muse
Wears down at heel shoes
And sleeps
And weeps.
Yet, in his poem she is beauty personified
Who never cries.
And when she and the poet dies
She may live on
Through future ages,
Preserved midst the pages
Of some book.
Though she be gone
Readers will look
And see a perfect view
Where no muddy shoe
Was ever worn
And no heart
Was ever torn.
Or perhaps his art
Will be true
To his readers
And to his muse
In her muddy shoes.
There Was A Young Lady Named Hocking
There was a young lady named Hocking
Who engaged in conduct most shocking.
I can not repeat
But it concerned bare feet,
And a vicar who stole a stocking!
There Was A Young Man With A Blister
There was a young man with a blister
Who composed a complex tongue twister.
It twists and it turns
And concerns fragile earns,
And it really irritates my sister!
This rhyme is out of time
This rhyme
Is out of time
And I have not the will
To set it right
Tonight.
I am no sage
Yet dream of a golden age
Where clocks kept slow time
And to rhyme
Was thought the proper thing to do.
Perhaps this view
Is at least half true.
Bangle
A bangle
Given to me
By thee
Over wine
Did mine
Heart entangle
With thine.
Now I carry with me
Something of thee,
For a girl’s bangle
Does entangle
Thine heart
With mine.
There Was A Young Man of Fife
There was a young man of Fife
Who had a very hard life,
So to make his world sunny
He married his sweet honey,
Who led him a very hard life …
Poet K Morris to be featured on Vancouver Co-Op Radio’s The World Poetry Reading Series, at 1:10 pm pst, on Thursday 16 May 2019
I am delighted to announce that I shall be featured on Vancouver Co-Op Radio’s The World Poetry Reading Series, at 1:10 pm pst, on Thursday 16 May 2019. During the broadcast I shall talk about (and read) my poems.
You can find my previous interview on The World Poetry Reading Series here, http://worldpoetry.ca/?p=13500, during which I read from my collection of poems, “The Writer’s Pen and Other Poems”, which is available here https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B07GD1LBMV/
(for the UK) and here: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07GD1LBMV/ (for amazon.com customers).
My thanks to Ariadne Sawyer of The World Poetry Reading Series for agreeing to feature me.
Kevin
Night Duty
The click clack of stilettos.
Girls from ghettos
Feet are lost
In carpets they could never afford,
While a discreet board
Shows the cost
Of most things.
The lift bell pings.
What goes up must go down.
The receptionist, eyes lost in her book
Gives a slight frown.
Why bother to look?
For of course
A nod is as good as a wink
To a blind horse.
K Morris - Poet 