There once was a man named Ted
Who recited Chaucer standing on his head.
But a driver called Gus
Said “not on the bus!”,
So he quoted the great Dickens instead!
Category Archives: musings
Please Speak to Me (Not my Non-Disabled Companion)
As those of you who follow/read this blog will know, the primary purpose of my site is to share my poetry. I do, however sometimes blog about more personal matters and today is one of those rare occasions on which I shall do so.
Yesterday (Saturday 24 September) I went for my 4th Covid jab (booster). Being blind, and the vaccination centre being some distance away, a friend kindly took me in her car.
The centre was offering both the Covid booster and a flue jab for those entitled to receive one.
When it came to my turn to be vaccinated, the person giving the vaccinations asked my sighted friend why I was entitled to receive the flu jab. I answered that I am diabetic (people with diabetes are entitled to free flu jabs in the UK), and the vaccination against Covid and Flu was given.
The above incident reminded me of another case where a member of station staff asked a sighted work colleague with whom I was traveling “does he need any help?”.
In both cases the people putting the question to my companions where assuming that I was unable to speak for myself. This is a highly patronising and erroneous assumption as I and the vast majority of other disabled people are perfectly able to answer for ourselves.
Both incidents are ironic as had I been unaccompanied the individuals putting the questions would have had no alternative other than to address me directly, which is, of course as it should be.
Having visited both China and Sri Lanka, I am aware that those nations (and many other countries) do not have the facilities for people with disabilities which are available in the United Kingdom. However, this fact in no way excuses the patronising attitudes adopted by a minority of individuals. This is particularly the case in the NHS where all staff should be provided with disability awareness training.
The vast majority of those employed in the NHS do an excellent job (often under extremely difficult circumstances). However, the minority who adopt patronising attitudes needs to be addressed.
Disabled people are human beings and deserve to be treated with the same respect as are non-disabled fellow citizens.
On Hearing Birdsong
On hearing birdsong
I am glad
That I am here
To hear
Their sad, glad song.
We die
And our love
Dies with us.
No, it lives on
When we are gone
In those we love.
And the birds
Sing on
With no care
For where
We have gone.
The Affair that Almost Was
When a young lady named Flair
Said, “would you like an affair?”.
I said, “I’m full of anticipation.
But its busy in Paddington station.
And it might upset the bear!”.
(Anyone familiar with London’s Paddington station will be aware that a statue of Paddington bear stands near to platform 1).
I Met a Young Lady Named Ling
I met a young lady named Ling
And enjoyed a bit of a fling.
All went real well
Then, sad to tell,
Ling suggested I buy her a ring …!
Kevin Morris Poet, new TikTok videos
Today I have recorded the following videos of me reading my new poems.
‘The Owl’ by Kevin Morris
‘Early Autumn Morning’ by Kevin Morris
‘When a young Lady who is divine’ by Kevin Morris
‘I see sunlight’ by Kevin Morris
‘When I die’ by Kevin Morris
Early Autumn Morning
In the early morning
Few birds I heard.
In the distance
Vehicles passed by.
On such autumn mornings
I have no resistance
To thoughts of mortality.
But half dark
Turns to light
And I must
Shake off dust.
But autumn
Must come
And leaves fall.
When a Young Lady Who is Divine
When a young lady who is divine
Came round to mine with some wine,
It ended in the lake
With a large cream cake,
And the vicar at just gone 9 …!
A Small Island in a Great Sea
A small island in a great sea.
Once, half the world was painted red
And we engaged in slavery.
It is so often said
That the British Empire did no good.
Yet, (having abolished slavery), we patrolled seas
Stopping those who still engaged
In the cruel slave trade.
As I stood
In this remnant
Of the Great
North Wood
I thought on those who hate
This country.
Now our former colonies are free
To have their own mess
(Or progress.
And we
Have the cold sea
And what we
Call progress.
I See Sunlight
I see sunlight
On my bed.
Perchance we dance
In fleeting light
Then vanish
Into night.