A most morbid young man named Paul
Decided to put an end to all
By traveling to Bristol
With an antique pistol.
But he didn’t like Bristol at all!
A Most Morbid Young Man Named Paul
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Monthly Archives: July 2023
This Falling Rain
This falling rain
Offers an excuse to remain
In the dry
Pub. So you and I,
Forgetting the rain,
Drink again.
Though we know
When we go
The rain
Will remain.
My AI Girlfriend
I have just purchased an AI girlfriend
Who is driving me round the bend.
She calls me her honey
And spends all my money,,
Which is just like my real girlfriend!
Gray
I scent new-mown grass
As I pass
Along the churchyard path.
And remembering Gray
Who passed that way
Consider clay
And grass.
Respectability
When a young lady wearing 1 spectacle
Said, “sir, I am not that respectable!”.
I said to her, “Flair,
That’s a very big pare!”.
She said, “sir, you are not respectable!”.
Poet Kevin Morris Interviewed by Ariadne Sawyer of Vancouver Co-op Radio’s the World Poetry Reading Series
On Monday 17 July, I was interviewed by Ariadne Sawyer of Vancouver Co-op Radio’s the World Poetry Reading Series. For a podcast of my interview, during which I talked about my poetry and read several of my poems, please visit, https://www.mixcloud.com/VictorSchwartzman/world-poetry-cafe-for-july-20-with-kevin-morris-and-carmen-militano/.
I listened back to the podcast using Google Chrome. However, other browsers should also work.
My thanks to Ariadne for her kindness in interviewing me.
A 4 Star Review of My Collection of Humorous Poems, My Friend’s Robot Girlfriend and Other Humorous Verses
I was delighted to receive the below review of my collection of humorous poems, “My Friend’s Robot Girlfriend and Other Humorous Verses”:
“This collection of poems comprises humorous limericks. The poet has a sharp eye for the failings of mankind and has woven his observations into these clever poems.
An excellent example of one such exposing poem is Henrietta’s Erotic Letter:
When a naughty young lady named Henrietta
Sent the bishop an extremely erotic letter,
His wife called her loose
And his daughter turned puce.
And the bishop he treasured that letter …
This book is ideal for readers who enjoy a good laugh about mankind’s hypocrisy.”
To read the original review on Goodreads please visit https://www.goodreads.com/review/show/5683785656.
Modernity
Amidst these windswept trees
I feel free
Of modernity.
For the breeze
Drowns out the noise
Of broken
Toys.
In this wood
A tree
Fall
Could end all
This modernity,
Leaving no rhyme
Behind.
Man (Revised Poem)
A couple of days ago, I published a poem entitled “Man” https://kmorrispoet.com/2023/07/14/man/. Below is a slightly amended and extended version of that poem:
I know that these trees
Are Older than man
And the church
Which so many men pass
Without a glance
Or a sigh
As they hurry by.
As I Leafed Through Dusty Old Tomes
As I leafed through dusty old tomes
I heard a loud rattle of bones.
Twas merely a ghost
Stealing crumpets and toast,
But it distracted me from those tomes!
K Morris - Poet 