Category Archives: musings

My Further Selected Poems Has Been Nominated for the Daisy Award

I am delighted to announce that I have been nominated for the Daisy Award at Two Gals and a Book for my Further Selected Poems.

You can read about the award here, https://twogalsandabookcom.wordpress.com/2021/12/25/the-2021-stacy-and-daisy-award-nominees/. For my Further Selected Poems please visit this link, https://www.amazon.co.uk/Further-Selected-Poems-Morris-ebook/dp/B08XPMGD3F.

My thanks to S Daisy of Two Gals and a Book for nominating my Further Selected Poems for the Daisy Award.

Miss Spink’s Christmas Drinks

When a young lady named Miss Spink
Said, “would you like a Christmas drink?”
It ended under the table
With Spink and Miss Mabel
And a bishop dressed in bright pink!

Happy Christmas

A very happy Christmas to all of my readers. I hope the Christmas period is full of joy for you all.

I would like to thank all of you for reading, liking and commenting on my poems. A big thank you also to everyone who has read/reviewed my books.

With very best wishes. Kevin

Don’t Kiss Strangers Under the Mistletoe

When a wise and far sighted minister said,
“Good people, don’t kiss strangers under the mistletoe!”
I wondered whether one can go
To a pretty stranger’s bed
So long as you don’t kiss under mistletoe?

(Therese Coffey, a government Minister advises against kissing strangers under the mistletoe, https://www.bbc.co.uk/news/uk-59500232?at_medium=RSS&at_campaign=KARANGA).

Falling Angels

When I saw 2 angels fall.
There was angel dust
And man’s passing lust.
And their names I do recall.
Yet, I continue to persist
In believing angels do exist.
And that not all angels fall

An Angel Named Lin

There once was an angel named Lin
Who wished to dance on a pin.
But a wicked old mortal
Tempted her through his portal,
Which led to great wickedness and sin!

Curious Fay

When a young lady whose name is Fay
Said, “tell me what your poems do say!”
I said, “come you near my dear
And let me whisper in your ear.
Sweet Fay, they mean what they do say!”

As I Drink My Red Wine

As I drink
My red wine
I idly think
On Dowson’s rhyme.

The poet took delight
In women and wine.
On this December night
I have my wine.