Author Archives: K Morris Poet

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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.

A Reminder: Poet Kevin Morris Interviewed by Ariadne Sawyer of The World Poetry Reading Series At 9 PM (UK Time) This Evening (Thursday 24 September)

A reminder, for anyone who is interested, that my interview with Ariadne Sawyer of Vancouver Co-Op Radio’s The World Poetry Reading Series will be broadcast this evening, https://kmorrispoet.com/2020/09/18/poet-kevin-morris-interviewed-by-ariadne-sawyer-of-vancouver-co-op-radios-the-world-poetry-reading-series-on-thursday-24th-september-2020/.

The show starts at 9 pm (UK time), whilst my bit can be found approximately 10-15 minutes into the broadcast.

During the broadcast I talk about my poetry and read several of my poems, including “Dog Bed”, which was composed in response to the death of my dog Trigger earlier this month, (https://kmorrispoet.com/2020/09/05/dog-bed-revised-poem/).

Muddy Revisited

“The long summer days” have already turned to Autumn. However, given the current state of things I, once more feel impelled to share this poem.

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“Muddy” first appeared here in 2016. Looking at the state of British politics, and the world in general, I feel impelled to share this poem again.

Thoughts muddy
I will forsake
And take
Refuge in my study,
Among poets who speak
Words that endure beyond a week.

I shall sit listening to birdsong.
The long
Summer days willimperceptibly turn
Into Autumn. I shall the world spurn
And yearn
For Keat’s Nightingale.

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Betty’s Spaghetti

When a young lady named Betty
Tried to feed me poisoned spaghetti.
I said, “me and Murry
Are off for a curry.
But Betty, please eat your spaghetti!”.

Pearl

A young lady whose name is Pearl
Has a job as a working girl.
I’ve oft seen her writing,
Which is not that exciting.
But she works as a working girl.

There Once Was A Vampire Named Keith

There once was a vampire named Keith
Who, in a fight lost his teeth
A dentist called Bangs
Gave him false fangs.
But Keith he still missed his teeth!

The Forbidden Garden

A forbidden
Garden, hidden
Behind a wall.
Yet, there are kinks
And chinks
To explore
In many a wall,
For
He who would climb
To reach the divine.

And a wall
May fall.
Revealing the garden, once forbidden
For which he has striven.
But, having reached the divine
And tasted her sweet wine,
How many men,
Having satiated their desire,
Retire,
And plan their next climb?

Mercenary Miss Gale

When a most mercenary young lady known as Gale
Tried her hand at the ancient art of blackmail,
And said, “I have photos of you
With me and that naughty Miss Lou”.
I said, “you are an extremely talented photographer Gale!”.