A young lady whose poetry is divine
Is famous for her naked readings online.
A moderator named Pam
Has disabled the webcam,
As she doesn’t find those poems divine!
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Bad Boy!
When a young lady named Miss Wood
Said, “you know you haven’t been good!”.
And her and Miss Jane
Both reached for a cane,
I ran and hid in the wood!
Bad Blood, the Story of Eugenics
On Monday 21 November, BBC Radio 4 broadcast the first of a 2 part series entitled “Bad Blood, the Story of Eugenics”.
The first episode traces the idea of Eugenics from it’s founding father, Francis Galton in the 19th century, into the early 20th century, which saw the founding of the Eugenics Education Society and the embrace of eugenic ideas by people across society, including politicians.
Eugenics has a bad name due to the horrors of Nazi Germany, including the forced sterilisation of disabled people (which ended in the murder of many of them under the Action T-4 Programme), and culminated in the horrors of the gas chambers.
Eugenics has been embraced by people on the left and right of the political spectrum (and by some liberals).
The programme is worth a listen and can be accessed on the BBC iPlayer here, https://www.bbc.co.uk/programmes/m001fd39.
The iPlayer does, I understand only work within the United Kingdom.
While there is Time
All this must pass away.
Yet, there is still time
To rhyme
Of nymphs in short dresses
Who play
In glades
Of the poet’s fertile mind.
My Trip to Bath
I travelled on a train to Bath
Which was manned by a skeleton staff.
It was on the night of Halloween
And all the passengers did loudly scream.
But the skeletons got us to Bath!
2 Poems from My Poetry Archive
On going through my poetry archives, I came across the below 2 poems. The poems can also be found on my Tiktok, along with many other examples of my poetry, https://www.tiktok.com/@kevinmorrispoet. You don’t have to have a Tiktok account to listen to my work.
Epitaph on a poet
A book of poems upon his grave
Could not the poet save.
The few his words touched
Failed to keep him from the dust.
Here Lies Lot
Here lies Lot
He knew not
Neither who nor what.
Yet there he lies
Forever lost to tears and sighs.
Fantasies
Sometimes I think
A thought
I ought
Not to think.
The devil winks
At me
And whispers, “she
May say
Yes”. To caress
And kiss
Would bring bliss
To me
For a while.
Maybe she
Would confusedly smile,
And say
“I never knew
That you
Felt that way
About me!
I must go!”.
But, maybe
She would stay.
Best to hold
My tongue
For words flung
Carelessly away
May come back
To bite.
But o the delight
Of 1 single night!
But hot fantasy
Is not reality.
So I
Must try
To let it be.
Curry and Rice
When a young lady serving curry and rice
Said, “do you all like my hot spice?”.
The girls said, “Rose!
Put on some clothes!”.
But the men all liked the hot spice!
Delving into My Poetry Archives
Whilst looking through my poems with a view to recording some of them for Tiktok, I came across the below, which is reproduced here. This poem does not currently appear in any of my published works.
To listen to the below poem (and other of my poems on Tiktok), please visit https://www.tiktok.com/@kevinmorrispoet
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Some thought his poetry meant this
And others that.
He wore a hat
Sometimes,
And often, (being lost in rhymes)
Went out with no raincoat.
He had no moat
And little private wealth.
The reader sighs
Trying to categorise
The poet’s view.
Some declare he was a Tory of the deepest blue,
(While others protest this was not true)!
A few saw a man of the left,
But found themselves bereft
On finding verse which, they say,
Romanticised the nobility of yesterday.
Perhaps the poet smiles somewhere,
Or, perchance he doesn’t care.
For who knows
Where the rhymer goes
When his ink runs dry
And his words finally die.
Getting Poems Published
A good short post by Josephine Corcoran, a published poet, on getting poems published, https://josephinecorcoran.org/2022/11/20/on-getting-poems-published/.
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