Monthly Archives: August 2021

A Podcast of My Interview On Vancouver Co-Op Radio’s The World Poetry Reading Series is Now Available

I am pleased to announce that a podcast of my interview on Vancouver Co-Op Radio’s The World Poetry Reading Series is now available and can be found here, http://www.coopradio.org/content/world-poetry-caf%C3%A9-186. The show was broadcast at 9 pm (UK time) on Thursday 26 August, and my segment begins approximately 18 minutes into the podcast. In addition, at the end of the show I read my poem “My Old Clock I Wind”.

My thanks to Ariadne Sawyer of The World Poetry Reading Series for her kindness in allowing me to read and discuss my poetry.

Spink Who Was Known for Her Unusual Kink

There was a young lady named Spink
Who was known for her unusual kink.
A vicar called Brown
Wore Spinks’s silk gown.
And Spink she lived in his sink!

Oblivion and all that

This post brought to mind these lines of A.E. Housman: “Good creatures, do you love your lives
And have you ears for sense?
Here is a knife like other knives,
That cost me eighteen pence.

I need but stick it in my heart
And down will come the sky,
And earth’s foundations will depart
And all you folk will die.” Its an interesting and thought provoking read (this post of course and Housman’s brief poem). Kevin

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It came to me in a flash that when I die, the whole world will come to an end; not just for me, but for everyone in it, as far as I’m concerned.  Now, I’m not a great one for philosophical thinking: existentialism, for me, might as well not… er, well… exist, but I do find it slightly comforting to know that the whole universe can only exist for as long as I am in it.  When I cease to be, everything ceases to be.  Unfortunately, from the same view point, it will never have been in the first placeso, not much point in keeping backups of everything on the computer is there?

If this all seems uncomfortably close to the I can’t see you, therefore you can’t see me view of a child playing Hide and Seek, well, that is entirely consistent with everything that…

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She Has Not Much to Lose

She has not much to lose
Save for her shoes,
For her legs are almost bare
To the summer air.

And one must confess
That’s not much of a dress.
But when attending confession
She shows some discretion.

So lets not cast aspersions
Nor bear a grudge
For I have heard assertions
Her favourite is a judge!

Poet Kevin Morris to Appear on Vancouver Co-Op Radio’s the World Poetry Reading Series at 9 pm (UK time) on Thursday 26 August 2021

I am delighted to announce that I will be appearing on Vancouver Co-Op Radio’s The World Poetry Reading Series at 9 pm (UK time) on Thursday 26 August. Due to the wonders of Zoom, the recording will take place at 7 pm this evening and be broadcast 4 days later.

A podcast of my interview will, I understand be available after the show for those who are unable to listen on Thursday evening. You can find details of the World Poetry Reading Series here http://www.coopradio.org/content/world-poetry-cafe-2.

During my interview, I shall discuss and read my poetry. Amongst the poems I shall be reading will be several which are due to be included in Croydon Poetry Hour Anthology 2021/22, which is scheduled for publication later this year. I was fortunate to have a number of my poems published in Croydon Poetry Anthology 2019/2020. You can find the 2019/2020 anthology here https://www.lulu.com/en/gb/shop/croydon-poets/croydon-poetry-hour-anthology-201920/paperback/product-rjpqzd.html?page=1&pageSize=4.

My thanks to Ariadne Sawyer of World Poetry Reading Series for her kindness in featuring me and my work on her show.

Anticipation of Dissipation

His anticipation of dissipation.
There will be wine
With a girl divine.
Just his type.
And she may stay
For the night.

He sends her train fair.
“I’m on my way”
Her Watsap will say.
He goes to buy wine.
While she smiles
And remains online.

Fast and Furious

When a young lady who is really curious
Said, “I like to go fast and furious!”.
Me and Miss Stride
Had a great ride.
But her boyfriend he was more than furious!

The Pink Hairband

When a young lady named Bland
Lost a pretty little pink hairband,
And the wife of vicar Ted
Found it in the marital bed.
The vicar he just couldn’t understand …!