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Monthly Archives: January 2025
Poet Kevin Morris Interviewed By Ariadne Sawyer of the World Poetry Reading Series
I was delighted to be invited by Ariadne Sawyer of the World Poetry Reading Series to appear on the show for Thursday 9 January. During my interview, I read a number of my poems, talked about what inspires me to compose poetry and read a number of my poems.
For a podcast of the show please visit https://www.mixcloud.com/VictorSchwartzman/world-poetry-cafe-jan-9-2025-with-kevin-morris/. My segment begins approximately 22 minutes into the show.
The Hungry Ghost
They say there’s a very hungry ghost
Who goes around eating all the toast.
A girl called Coral
Says that he’s immoral.
But I’ve seen her eat the toast!
Forgetful Miss Fox
A most forgetful young lady named Fox
Has a habit of losing her socks.
The good vicar Ron
Has more than one
And the bishop he wears her frocks!
Birthday Snow
Today, on my birthday
I passed by a fallen tree
Being cleared away.
On my first birthday
The snow came.
I wonder, will it fall again
On the day
That I go away
Mating Season
I heard foxes in the night
There screams of delight
Mingled with wild wind and rain
As I lay alone
Listening for the owl’s lonely cry.
Rose Who Scratched Her Nose with Her Toes
There was a young lady named Rose
Who scratched her nose with her toes,
Which drove her boyfriend
Right round the bend,
So he escaped whilst wearing no clothes!
January
I am cold
And regret the rain.
I am told
Sun will come again.
For now, happy new year!
For January drear is here!
Happy new year!
The Goat in a Boat
I once saw a goat in a boat
Who was wearing a brand new wool coat.
I yelled, “your boat is sinking!”.
He said, “I was just thinking
Whether you sir like my nice wool coat!”.
Innocence Lost
There can be no denial
That when some men see innocence
It attracts and distracts them.
They smile, planning how to defile
That which they once had
As a lad
Ere the world corrupted them
And reduced them
To shadows of good men.
K Morris - Poet 