There was a young lady named Louise
Who swallowed a hive of honey bees.
They stung her real bad
But she wasn’t at all sad
As at least they made her sneeze!
There was a young lady named Louise
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There was a young man named Frank
There was a young man named Frank
Who worked in a very old bank.
He stole lots of money
To give to his honey
And his cell was cold and dank.
The Lady Charlotte
It is said that the magpie
Steals shiny trinkets. I
Am left pondering on why
At a single shot from Cupid’s bow
Some men go
Quite mad and embrace
The silk and lace
Of the lady Charlotte
Who, in her scarlet
Dress
Has led the fool and the sage
(In every age)
To confess.
Ere they return again,
To their pain
And Charlotte’s gain.
There was a young lady named Bess
There was a young lady named Bess
Who decided her sins to confess.
I advised her not to do so
As it would end in woe
And I kept her little black dress …
Rain
“Rain” was written some 4 years ago and does not currently appear in any of my books. Below is a recording of me reading the poem,
The Coy Nymph
I met a nymph in a wood
Who was both fair
And good.
I said to her
“I wonder could …?”
In a manner most coy
She replied “my dear boy
The weather is hot
And I really should
Not …”.
Flame
I came
To your flame
And full of desire
Extinguished your fire.
You were hot
And needed me not,
But being a little bad
You took what I had.
My desire
Will expire
Leaving a broken candle
For another to handle.
But tonight
I delight
In the flame
I shall not name
#Bookreview – My Vibrating Vertebrae and other poems by Agnes Mae Graham
What Amazon says
We all have dreams, loves and hopes; but what if you are a girl growing up in 20th century Northern Ireland before, during and after the ‘Troubles’?
From the poetic thoughts of our Mother, we get a sense of what it was like, ranging from humour, sadness, wistful thinking and sometimes just downright nonsensical, these are the words of one such girl.
My review
I have always loved to read poetry and I do favour well written rhyming poetry as I enjoy the way it flows and how the words roll off your tongue when they are spoken. In my opinion, poetry is meant to be read aloud with passion and expression.
My vibrating vertebrae and other poems is a collection of delightful, rhyming poems that fall into this category. The collection features poems about people discovering inner strength, courage and overcoming adversity as well as delighting…
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There was a young man named Rory
There was a young man named Rory
Who was a one nation Tory.
A bust of Disraeli spoke
And told him a joke.
That drunken one nation Tory!
Poet Kevin Morris reading his poem Night Duty
Here is a Youtube video of me reading my poem “Night Duty” https://newauthoronline.com/2017/01/28/k-morris-reading-his-poem-night-duty-2/.
“Night Duty” appears in “My Old Clock I wind”.
You can listen to a podcast of me discussing “My Old Clock I Wind” on the World Poetry Reading Series here http://moyhill.com/clock/assets/km_interview2-world_poetry_cafe-2017.04.05.mp3.
“My Old Clock I Wind” is available, in paperback and ebook formats from Moyhill http://moyhill.com/clock/. It can also be found in the Amazon Kindle store https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0735JBVBG.
