I hear the rain, again.
How it does pour,
Over city street, and moor
When I go my way,
The rain will stay.
But others will remain,
Listening to the rain.
I Hear The Rain
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Category Archives: musings
Grief
We say
“Our grief
Will never cease.”
But, each day
Slowly, grief
Ebbs away.
Bittersweet regret.
Sometimes we forget
And laugh.
For all must pass.
November Author Newsletter now up!
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Poet Kevin Morris’s Poetry Included In “Croydon Poetry Hour Anthology 2019/2020”
I am delighted to announce that a number of my poems have been included in “Croydon Poetry Hour Anthology 2019/2020”.
The anthology, which is available for £6.53 from lulu.com, is described as follows, “a selection of poetry from a variety of poets who live in and around Croydon or who have connections with the area.”
I have lived in the Upper Norwood district of Greater London since 1997, and my bit of Upper Norwood comes under Croydon Council.
Amongst those poems of mine included, are “The Man With The Mop”, “Autumn Fly” and “Dog Bed”.
To view or purchase the anthology please visit https://www.lulu.com/en/gb/shop/croydon-poets/croydon-poetry-hour-anthology-201920/paperback/product-rjpqzd.html.
Lulu advises that there is 20% off all print products, the discount ending at 11:59 pm on Sunday November 1st.
To take advantage of this discount please use code BIGTREAT20.
A Poem from “Light and Shade”, Prompted by the Announcement of a Second Lockdown
On Saturday 31 October, Prime Minister Boris Johnson announced that England will be going into a second lockdown from midnight Thursday 5 November. This announcement reminded me of my poem “Furlough”, which is reproduced below:
Furlough
During the time
Of Corona, girls unseen
May fulfil a lonely man’s dream.
While poets smile
And spend their time
Composing rhyme.
“An Englishman’s home is his castle,”
Neighbours say.
And, wishing to avoid hassle,
They look the other way
As girls (ineligible for furlough)
Come and go.
And time
Hangs heavy on the poet’s hands.
Therefore, he composes rhyme
About a crossed line
And resistance
To social distance.
(“Furlough” can be found in “Light and Shade”, which can be accessed here, https://www.amazon.co.uk/Light-Shade-serious-not-poems-ebook/dp/B08B4X3GVX
Late Autumn
Cold day.
No sun
Does say
Late Autumn
Has come.
Nabokov Coughs
Nabokov coughs.
Lolita passes through the ages
Captured, in a novel’s pages.
The novelty of sin
Wears thin.
Is there a heart
To find behind
This dark art.
An Ageing Libertine
An ageing libertine
Whose every dream
Has been achieved, grieves
For he sees
The same, inane
Undressing. Caressing. Undressing. caressing.
Lost in alcohol.
Each girl a doll
To be undressed.
Caressed. Undressed. Caressed. Undressed.
But, behind all his lust
Lurks his fear of dust.
The Subjective Appreciation of Art
When a young lady posing in the nude
Said, “you may all think me extremely rude!”,
The good bishop Heart
Admired her fine art.
But his wife said something really quite crude!
Beyond Dark and Light
Beyond dark
And light,
I face
Eternal night.
