Monthly Archives: May 2025

The Temptation of Flowers

Girls sell flowers

Which, for a few hours

Make men smile

And forget all their regrets

For a while

In the flower’s sweet scent.

 

 

Though some may repent,

Come lonely hours

The pull of flowers

Will often tempt.

And a girl’s rent …

 

Great Poetry

When a young lady known as Kate

Said, “I think your poetry is great!”,

I said to her, “honey,

Are you looking for money?”,

And she winked at me did Kate …!

Your Chance to Win a Free Signed Copy of “Passing through: some thoughts on life and death” by Kevin Morris

I am offering a free signed paperback copy of my recently released poetry collection, “Passing through: some thoughts on life and death”, Passing Through: Some thoughts on life and death: Amazon.co.uk: Morris, K: 9798284279151: Books.  In order to be in with a chance of winning your free paperback copy, please answer the following question. Who wrote the novel “The Razor’s Edge” which was subsequently made into a movie?

 

Please send your answers to me at kmorris poet (@) gmail.com. The address is rendered in this manner in order to defeat spammers.

 

The first person to email me the correct answer will receive a signed copy of my book. Please note, there is only 1 free copy available.

 

Good luck!

The Clever Cow

I once met a clever cow

Who said, “I don’t know how

All of my milk

Is smooth as silk!”,

I said, “wow! A talking cow!”

When I Met a Ghost in a Churchyard

When I met a ghost in a churchyard

Who said, “being dead is so very hard!

I always try to be friendly,

But everyone’s so scared of me!”,

I ran at great speed from that churchyard!

The Importance of Independent Book Shops

I am fortunate to live within a 20 minute walk of the independent Bookseller Crow, which is located at 50 Westow Street in Crystal Palace. Over the years I have popped in to the shop on numerous occasions and bought books and art cards as presents for family and friends.

 

Being an independent bookshop the Bookseller Crow sells a number of titles focused on the history of Crystal Palace and the Norwood area in which I live. In addition, the store stocks a variety of publications by local authors, including my recently published “Passing through: some thoughts on life and Death”. The book description reads as follows:

 

“In the last week of January 2025, poet K Morris suffered a seizure whilst at home. This was rapidly followed by several other seizures, and the discovery that he was suffering from a brain abscess, which required an urgent operation.

In this book the poet describes his thoughts and feelings as he grapples with his own mortality. Other poems touch on the mundane rhythms of hospital life, and the poet’s yearning to return to the great outdoors and Mother Nature”.

 

If you live in Crystal Palace or happen to be visiting the area, the Bookseller Crow is a great place to browse for books, so do please consider dropping in. Books can also be ordered from the Bookseller Crow’s website

https://booksellercrow.co.uk

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“Passing through” is also available as a kindle download and can be found here Passing Through: Some thoughts on life and death eBook : Morris, K : Amazon.co.uk: Kindle Store

 

 

 

When a Pushy Young Author Named Lee

When a pushy young author named Lee

Said, “I demand that you support me!”,

I said, “life is brief

And it ends in grief.

Now Lee, do accept this fifty pea!”

When my friend said, “your poetry is dark”

When my friend said, “your poetry is dark”.

I could have said, “should I pretend

That we don’t all end

In the stark dark, my old friend”.

But I smiled and whiled away more time

In drink. But now rhyme

Of you and me. and truth in poetry.

When My Dear Old Aunt Named Kate

When my dear old aunt named Kate

Died and left me her whole estate,

I received a broken pencil

And a very empty till,

And an IOU from my aunt Kate!

Brief as Butterflies

I awoke to rain today.

I will walk where water drips

From spring leaves and flowers

For time slips away

And all our little hours

Are brief as butterflies,

Who flit by without a sigh.