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About K Morris Poet

The purpose of this website (kmorrispoet.com) is to showcase my writing. For details of my published works, please click on the 'About' page of my blog.

I Know a Young Lady Named Hocking

I know a young lady named Hocking
Who is famous for wearing 1 stocking.
I oft meet Miss White
By the moon’s knowing light.
But she’s far too respectable is Hocking …

The Pleasure Seekers

There once was a young lady named Heather
Who, wishing to find a gentleman of pleasure
Went out on the town
With her friend Miss Brown.
Where they met with the good vicar Leather.

Immorality

When a young lady named Miss Coral
Said, “sir, you are wicked and immoral!”.
My good friend Jean
Said, “he’s a libertine!”
As she handed the dictionary to Coral!

Miss Bland Who Was Fond of the Handstand

There once was a young lady named Bland
Who was an expert in performing the handstand.
She wore a short Dress
And along with Miss Bess
Was admired by the men of the land!

Three Autumn Poems read by Poet Kevin Morris

Officially Autumn begins here in the UK on 22 September. However, the weather is increasingly autumnal. And, in my view autumn is already with us. Consequently I am reblogging some autumnal poems recorded by me in 2019. I hope you enjoy listening to them. Kevin

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Here are three poems ‘Autumn’, ‘Autumn Fly’ and ‘Bush in the Rain’ read by me. The poems are illustrated by photographs of the autumn woods, taken by my friend Shanelle.

BUSH IN THE RAIN

AUTUMN

AUTUMN FLY

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The Final Day of August

The final day of August
Brings Autumn’s coming chill.
Perhaps this is the last
Of Summer’s new-mown grass.
The eternal breeze
Rustles the leaves
And my once brown hair.

Fine Art

A young lady named Miss Heart
Is a connoisseur of fine art.
Whilst enjoying some wine
She greatly admired mine.
And then we discussed fine art.

Regret

He picks up the phone
And texts Louisa or Joan.
Or, whilst browsing the internet
He finds a brief forget
In the arms of Yvette.

When she’s gone away he will say,
“I felt her youthful hand in mine
And to forget regret, poured more wine.
But the tick tock of the clock
Brought to mind, that old voyeur, Time.”

The Future of Books: 3 Audacious Predictions for the Next 20 Years

An interesting post. Whilst I like the idea of some bookshops becoming “community hubs”, I worry about the loss of quiet spaces in which to browse and read books. I’ve seen libraries turned into “community hubs” and it is not invariably a positive development. The danger is that the books come a poor second to dance and other social activities. Kevin