Monthly Archives: June 2025

Bill the Thief

There once was a thief named Bill

Who dated a young lady called Jill.

He stole her heart

And all her art,

So they locked him in a mill!

The Naughty Nymph

I’ve just met a very naughty nymph

Who winked at me from a plinth.

Her name is Miss Follett

And she has my wallet!

Dear reader! Have you seen that nymph!

Gwen and her Pen

There once was a student named Gwen

Who was fond of throwing her pen.

A teacher called Lou

Said, “that won’t do!”,

And threw that pen back at Gwen!

What it means to be human in an age of intelligent machines of

An insightful article entitled “what it means to be human in an age of intelligent machines”, https://thepoetspeace.wordpress.com/2025/06/24/what-it-means-to-be-human-in-an-age-of-intelligent-machines/.

 

I think the author makes some excellent points. However, whilst artificial intelligences (AIS) can vacuum up vast amounts of data (the poetry of John Keats, William Shakespeare Etc) and produce a “poem” from that data, it does not comprehend what it is doing. Nor does it feel real emotion.

 

In contrast, the poet on hearing the song of the blackbird as the dusk comes down is profoundly moved. He feels sadness mingled with joy and the overflowing of his emotions leads to the composition of poetry. Whilst an AI may vacuum up the poet’s work and produce a poem based on it, the poem (and the other poems utilised by the AI in the composition of it’s poem) have, for want of a better word, been stolen. The AI feels nothing and comprehends nothing.

 

 

The Ferryman

When a ferryman who sailed the great river Styx

Went and pelted me and my mates with bricks,

Me and Moat

Sank his boat,

Which now lies at the bottom of the Styx!

Lost Shoes

A young lady who is fond of booze

Lost her stiletto shoes in the river Ouse.

Now a naughty nun

Wears them for fun –

We met on a round the world cruise!

Perm

I met a man with a perm

Who called me a worthless worm.

I grabbed sharp sheers

And despite his tears

I cut off that worthless perm!

Poet Kevin Morris Featured on Sally Cronin’s Blog

I was delighted to have my recently published poetry collection, “Passing Through: Some Thoughts on Life and Death” featured on Sally Cronin’s blog  https://smorgasbordinvitation.wordpress.com/2025/06/18/smorgasbord-book-promotions-new-book-spotlight-life-reflections-passing-through-some-thoughts-on-life-and-death-by-k-morris/

Dream or Reality

In my dreams

It often seems

To me

That what I feel

And sometimes see

Is reality.

 

 

When death steals

Up on me

Will it simply  seem

That I dream?

The reality

Is unknowable to me.