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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.

“The Selected Poems of K Morris” to be featured on Vancouver Co-Op Radio’s The World Poetry Reading Series, at 9:10 pm (UK time), on Thursday 19th September

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As previously announced here, https://kmorrispoet.com/2019/09/04/a-date-for-your-diary-poet-kevin-morris-to-appear-on-vancouver-co-op-radios-the-world-poetry-reading-series-at-910-pm-on-thursday-19th-september/, I shall be appearing on Vancouver Co-Op Radio’s The World Poetry Reading Series, at 9:10 pm (UK time), on Thursday 19th September, to discuss (and read from) my recently published “Selected Poems”.

If you would like to listen, but are not able to do so on Thursday evening, it is my understanding that a podcast of my interview will be available following the show. Once the podcast goes live, I shall link to it here.

You can find The World Poetry Reading Series here, http://worldpoetry.ca/.

“The Selected Poems of K Morris” can be found here https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B07WW8WXPP/ (for the UK), and here https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07WW8WXPP/ (for the US and elsewhere).

Kevin

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Autumn Fly

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An autumn fly
Buzzes around my head.
Summer is dead
Yet will not die.
Seasons pass.
We are brittle as glass
This fly
And I.

When A Young Lady Named Patricia

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When a young lady named Patricia
Advertised her services as a stripper,
The police went straight round
But found only her hound,
Chewing on the Chief Constable’s slipper!

Cheap Shoes

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Cheap shoes
On expensive legs.
A man may choose
To lose
Time in beds
With girls who watch the clock.
Tick tock.
The frock
Goes back on
And she is gone
In her cheap shoes,
On Expensive legs,
To meet,
Under the same (yet different sheet),
With another man who, lying in bed
May, through his extasy
Hear the drear
Tick tock
And see
That she
Does watch the clock.
Or maybe
He will sense
That she does so
And will learn to know
The expense
Of cheap
Shoes,
And ponder on the recompense
Of gorgeous legs
He can not keep.
Then sleep
In his, empty, bed.

There Once Was A Man Named Tombs

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There once was a man named Tombs
Who gave all his friends the glooms,
With his very sad verse,
Which caused them to curse,
And now he’s gone to the glooms!

A Young Lady Whose Name Is Miss Lou

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A young lady whose name is Miss Lou
Said, “please tell me, is it really true,
That you have a sense of humour?,
Or is it merely a wicked rumour?,
And why is your beard painted deep blue?”.