Category Archives: musings

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

 

 

 

 

 

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/.

 

My Reputation

When a young lady of this great nation

Said, “sir, you have a terrible reputation!”.

I said, “come see my etching.

You will find it most fetching!”,

Which confirmed to that young lady my reputation …!”.

Unmade

Gazing at my unmade bed

As a chill breeze

Enters in, I remember dead

Love. and girls who please,

(Though not for love).

 

 

Nor do I love

Such women.

But when we partake

In lust

Man half-believes

He can escape

The dust.

For lust deceives.

My Dirty Weekend

When a close friend of my girlfriend

Invited us to spend a dirty weekend,

We entered the deep wood

And fell in the mud!

But lets return to our dirty weekend …!

 

Abandoned

They couldn’t stay long.

A remembrance of hands

And an  abandoned hairband,

Kept for a while,

Brings a sad smile

To a man’s ageing face

At a girl’s lost grace.

Work Meeting

As the meeting neared it’s end

My old friend

Who had not

Yet said a word,

(Leastways,  I heard

him not),

Interrupted, and did say,

“Tick tock”.

Yet the clock

Is forever ticking away

our day,

Though oft we heed him not.

A Clown’s Sad Demise

When a clown whose name was Moat

Sang as he sank in a boat,

His friend Guy

Began to cry,

At the loss of his new boat …

The Dissolute Young Man and His Lute

There once was a man most dissolute

Who liked to play on his lute.

When the young women came round

You would hear a sweet sound

As he skillfully played on his lute!