Poet Kevin Morris reading his poem ‘Siren’.
K Morris reading his poem ‘Siren’.
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K Morris reading his poem ‘She stood upon her head’.
Poet Kevin Morris reading his poem ‘She stood upon her head’.
K Morris reading his poem ‘Cigarette’.
Poet Kevin Morris reading his poem ‘Cigarette’.
K Morris reading his poem ‘The Poet on the hill’.
Poet Kevin Morris reading his poem ‘The Poet on the hill’.
K Morris reading his poem ‘The path through the woods’.
Poet Kevin Morris reading his poem ‘The path through the woods’.
Cigarette
Imagine the scene.
She craves nicotine.
“Do you have a cigarette?”
I regret
That I can not answer yes to the question.
Her scent, and perhaps a suggestion …
Yet I can not repent
That I do not choke
Myself with smoke.
There Was A Young Man From Whitehall
There was a young man from Whitehall
Who said “all empires fall”.
He wore a threadbare suit
And owned only one boot,
But his name I don’t recall.
Sometimes
Sometimes I attempt to shout down the birds
And choose
To lose
Myself in words.
But as a dart
Ere long
Their song
Pierces my heart.
On occasions I try
To escape the owl’s cry
And pretend
There is no end
To meet
And sheet.
But as night falls,
He calls to me.
The Fall
The bird’s call
To man, who’s fall
Brought
Him knowledge. Now caught
Up in his thought
He hears words,
While the birds
Sing,
Welcoming the spring.
There Was A Young Man Called Matt
There was a young man called Matt
Who kept an enormous rat.
It caused the girls to scream,
But some say I dream,
And it was, in fact a cat!
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