I once met a lawyer in Crown Court
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Author Archives: K Morris Poet
At Christmas Time
At Christmas time
I compose a rhyme
Of winter weather
And us all together
Emptying the wine
As we talk of bygone times,
While the clock on the wall
Watches us all
Until sleep calls
Us one by one
And we are gone.
A Young Lady’s Reputation
A young lady of this great nation
Is well known for her spotless reputation.
Her name it is Miss Heather
And we’ve never been seen together
Which explains that young lady’s spotless reputation …
Happy Christmas!
I would like to wish all of my readers a very happy Christmas! I hope the remainder of the present year and the coming one brings happiness to you all.
Very best wishes. Kevin
As I Walked a Great Country Estate
As I walked a great country estate
I met with that feisty Miss Kate.
When I said, “is it pleasant
To play at being a peasant?”,
She said, “get off my father’s estate!”.
Dogs
On the ground
Logs lie
While all around
Joyous dogs
Spend their day
In play
Unaware of the decay
Of logs
And of how I
Envy dogs
In their play.
Poet Kevin Morris Reads and Discusses his Poetry on the World Poetry Reading Series for Thursday 21 December 2023
I was delighted to appear on the World Poetry Reading Series for Thursday 21 December, https://www.mixcloud.com/VictorSchwartzman/world-poetry-cafe-for-dec-21-2023-with-alaha-ahrar-kevin-morris-and-timileyin-gabriel-olajuwon/. My segment appears approximately 16 minutes into the podcast and runs for around 9 minutes.
During the podcast, I answered questions on what inspires me to write poetry, and read 2 of my poems.
I listened to the podcast using Google Chrome, but other browsers should also work.
My thanks to Ariadne Sawyer of the World Poetry Reading Series for hosting me on her show.
Binmen
The binmen know
Where the single go
For solitary takeaway.
The meal for 1
Fills the trash
While the used condom
Is often found
On the needled ground
But no cash
Equals no company.
Doors Bang on Winter Nights
Doors bang
On winter nights.
Something clangs.
The brightest light
Must fade and die.
And tonight I
Hear the wild wind’s
Great impersonal roar.
And when the doors
Bang and slam
I know I am
Just windblown dust.
December Poetry
In honour of December, I am posting a poem from my collection More Poetic Meanderings, entitled In Early December:
“In early December
November’s leaves still adorn
The woodland lawn.
Man’s pattern is made
In light and shade
And the gardener’s rake
Rakes all leaves”.
More Poetic Meanderings is available in Kindle and paperback from Amazon and can be found here, https://www.amazon.co.uk/More-Poetic-Meanderings-K-Morris-ebook/dp/B0BZT9G139/
You can access a recording of me reading More Poetic Meanderings on Soundcloud here, https://soundcloud.com/kevin-stephen-morris/poet-kevin-morris-reading-from-his-collection-more-poetic-meanderings-part-1
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