Visiting this zoo
I wander through
This ordered place,
Where every wild trace
Is prettily boxed and tied
For the public to see.
A tiger looked at me,
Sighed
And thought of his tea …
Visiting the Zoo
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Category Archives: creative writing
There Was An Old Reactionary Called Paul
There was an old reactionary called Paul
Who said “I shall forestall
The coming age”,
So, in rage
He built a very high wall!
When A Monster Dies
When a monster dies
Someone cries,
For they know only part
Of the monster’s heart.
There Was A Young Lady Called Sky
There was a young lady called Sky
Who stood at six feet high.
When she removed her high heeled shoes,
Six inches she did lose,
Which made her boyfriend cry.
“The Poet Speaks: Kevin Morris Reads A Sellection Of His Poetry”, A Review By Victoria Zigler
I was pleased to receive the following review in respect of the CD of me reading my poetry, “The Poet Speaks: Kevin Morris Reads A Sellection Of His Poetry”:
“I’ve read a lot of Kevin Morris’ poems, and enjoyed them; Kevin’s poems are often extremely thought-provoking. Hearing him read some of his poems out loud helps to bring them to life in a way reading them myself can’t do. In short, this is a great collection of poetry, which the author reads beautifully, and which is an absolute pleasure to listen to”. For the review please visit, http://www.goodreads.com/review/show/1949990926.
There Was A Young Boy Called Ed (a limerick for children)
There was a young boy called Ed
Who wrote a story about his ted.
His mother did remark,
“It is getting dark,
And you and ted must go to bed!”
(Ted or teddy, is frequently used as a shortened form of teddy bear, particularly by young children).
Tube
A thrumming in the wire.
Rising desire
By commuters to enter
The tube’s centre.
Wrapped in the tunnel’s dark embrace
We race
Towards our destination.
A brief anticipation,
Then we disgorge at our station.
A review of my collection of poetry, “Lost in the Labyrinth of My Mind”
On checking my email this morning, I was delighted to learn that my collection of poetry, “Lost in the Labyrinth of My Mind” (http://moyhill.com/lost/) has received a great review.
To read the review please visit (https://laurenwalsburg.com/2017/03/21/review-lost-in-the-labyrinth-of-my-mind-by-k-morris/).
There Was A Young Man Called Matt
There was a young man called Matt
Who said “poetry is old hat”.
His brother Jim
Disagreed with him.
It ended in a spat!
Chrysanthemums
Would
That I could
Find Chrysanthemums in bud.
For those in bloom
Are gone to soon.
I remember the sweet scent
Of the chrysanthemums that bloomed
In my grandfather’s garden.
Entombed,
They are long since spent.
