These fallen leaves
In late July
Say that I
Am but man.
Summer will not stay,
Though a rhyme may
Outlive a man.
Late July
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Monthly Archives: July 2020
Videos of Poet Kevin Morris reading from his book ‘Light and shade; serious (and not so serious) poems
I have just uploaded several videos to Youtube of me reading poems from my book ‘Light and Shade; serious (and not so serious) poetry. A lot of the poems were read next to the Wood near my home, and due to the wind, the sound quality is impaired.
Leigh Who Composed Poetry Whilst Climbing A Tree
There once was a young lady named Leigh
Who composed rhyming poetry whilst climbing a tree.
But her hands did slip
Causing a fractured right hip.
And a critic to praise Leigh’s fine poetry!
I Look At The Dark Sky
I
Look at the dark sky
And think on how night
Closes in
Alike
On virtue
And sin
A Guest Post And A Review Of My Book “Light and Shade”
My thanks to Robbie Cheadle for her kindness in allowing me to talk about my favourite poem, “They Are Not Long”, by Ernest Christopher Dowson, and for reviewing my book, “Light and Shade”. For the post please visit https://kayelynnebooth.wordpress.com/2020/07/25/meet-poet-kevin-morris-and-a-review-of-his-latest-book-light-and-shade-serious-and-not-so-serious-poems/.
Inside
You slip inside.
And in glide
And wet
Forget regret.
There are no ties to bind
Yet,
in the back of your mind
You find
Regret.
A Young Lady of Pleasure
I know a young lady of pleasure
Who says that her name is Heather.
She likes the sunshine
And drinking red wine.
Tell me, is her name really Heather?
My Guest Post On Esther Chilton’s Blog
My thanks to Esther Chilton for her kindness in featuring me on her blog. To read my guest post please follow this link, https://esthernewtonblog.wordpress.com/2020/07/24/guest-blog-post-featuring-kevin-morris/
Miss Witty
When a very attractive young lady named Witty
Said, “some say that I’m more than just pretty”.
I said, “you are nice.
Let us play at dice”.
Then, I played all night with miss Witty.
You May Hold, For A Time
You may hold,
For a time
With gold.
But, later find
That her heart
And mind
Are, forever apart,
From thine.
K Morris - Poet 