The man of pleasure knows
That behind the bright light
And girls of the night,
The rose
Turns to dust.
And all his lust
Will be
As she.
The Man of Pleasure Knows
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Monthly Archives: November 2020
A Guide To Getting Published In UK Poetry Magazines
When Lou Lost Her Shoe
When a young lady named Lou
Lost a brand new high-heel shoe,
The good bishop Paul
Spoke of the fall.
And returned that shoe to Lou!
Hypocrisy
You see them,
Ghosts, standing under lamp posts,
Waiting for men.
And judge them (or not),
As the case may be).
Yet you hear not
The knock
On anonymous door
Of She
You call “whore”.
And, when she
In her heels steals away
Few have anything to say.
And her clientele,
They rarely tell.
Lockdown Humour
When a young lady named Ria
Said, “I shall in love and beer
Spend this second lockdown”,
She made me frown.
As its me who buys the beer!
Bird
Yesterday, in the early morning,
I heard you speak.
Just your bleak
Cry and I,
Ere the light was dawning.
I think on Macbeth
And the impending death
Of another year.
A bird, often unheard,
But forever here.
A Poem for November 5th (Bonfire Night)
In honour of bonfire or Guy Fawkes Night, I am reproducing below my poem “Catherine Wheel”, which can be found in “The Selected Poems of K Morris”:
Catherine Wheel
Sometimes I feel
Like a Catherine wheel;
My words as sparks,
Lighting the dark.
But who in December
Remembers
The fifth of November?
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“The Selected Poems of K Morris” is available as a Kindle download or in paperback from Amazon, https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B07WW8WXPP/ and https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07WW8WXPP/.
Author Spotlight – Kevin Morris
My thanks to Aurora for featuring me on Writer’s Treasure Chest.
Welcome!
Please introduce yourself.
I was born in the city of Liverpool on 6 January 1969.
Having attended Saint Vincents School for the Blind in Liverpool, and the Royal National College for the Blind in Hereford, I went on to read history and politics at University College of Swansea.
Having graduated with a BA (joint honours) in history and politics, and an MA in political theory, I moved to London in 1994 where I now live and work.
Being blind and unable to read print, I use software called Job Access with Speech (JAWS) which converts text into speech and braille, enabling me to use a Windows laptop. All of my poems are written using JAWS.
When did you start writing?
I began writing seriously in 2012-2013, although I do remember composing a poem entitled “The Snake” whilst at school in Liverpool. I recollect that it began, “slithering through…
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Pat’s Bat
When a young man named Pat
Threatened me with a large bat
I said, “put down that mammal
Or I shall loose my camel!”.
So pat put down that bat!
Unreal City
Eliot spoke of an “unreal city”.
I could, perhaps, say something witty.
But, in this great city
A second lockdown starts today,
So there is nothing witty
I can say.
Read “The Wasteland”
For Eliot’s command
Of language surpasses mine.
‘Tis a bitter wine,
But, does, perhaps convey
What I wish to say.
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