Lad and lass
Find delight
By moonlight
In spring grass,
Where the breeze
Does tease
Then pass
Lovers by Moonlight
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Monthly Archives: June 2022
When a Young Lady Named Miss White
When a young lady named Miss White
Invited me round to hers last night,
We swung from the ceiling
With a girl from Ealing,
And my wife she started a fight!
A Poem From “The Further Selected Poems of K Morris”
I walked alone
Through the graveyard.
Then, on reaching home,
I pondered on lovers
And the dead.
The graveyard plot
Is cold,
Whilst love is hot.
Yet the dead
And lovers
Both have their bed,
Do they not?
(“I Walked Alone” appears in “The Further Selected Poems of K Morris”, https://www.amazon.co.uk/Further-Selected-Poems-Morris-ebook/dp/B08XPMGD3F).
There Once Was a Girl Called Lou
There once was a girl called Lou
Who wrote a poem upon her shoe.
A young man named Neil
Said, “you’re down at heel.
And your poem it won’t do Lou!”.
What’s in a Rhyme – a Podcast of Poet Kevin Morris’s Interview on Accessing Art with Amy Amantea
I was recently interviewed by Amy Amantea of Accessing Art. During that interview I read and discussed 2 of my poems, “Time” and “Raining”. I also talked about what inspired both poems and poetry more generally.
A podcast of my interview on Accessing Art is now available and can be found here, https://www.listennotes.com/podcasts/accessing-art-with/whats-in-a-rhyme-NgWPC2vfUeM/
My grateful thanks to Amy for interviewing me on her Accessing Art show.
Kevin
There Once Was a Rather Naive Young Vicar
There once was a rather naïve young vicar
Who, being curious about red lights that flicker,
Got told to come in
By a girl called Lin,
Who showed him why red lights they flicker …
Spider
She did remark,
In the corner of his room
A spider spinning.
In his dark art, a thought,
A poet caught
Of average room
And spider spinning.
Heels and Seals
There was a young lady in heels
Who was fond of swimming with seals.
The men, full of beer
Would stand near and cheer,
As they loved to watch those seals!
There Once Was a Man Named O’Toole
There once was a man named O’Toole
Whose friends all thought him a fool.
One day at dawn
He spied a leprechaun,
Which made him fall off his stool!
When a Forward Young Lady Named Fay
When a forward young lady named Fay
Said, “sir, you are old and gray!”,
I composed a rhyme
About old Father Time
And Fay whose hair will turn gray!
K Morris - Poet 