I was delighted to receive this review of my collection of poetry “Light and Shade: Serious (and Not so Serious) Poems”, https://therapybits.com/2020/10/09/book-review-light-and-shade-serious-and-not-so-serious-poems-by-kevin-morris/.
You can find “Light and Shade” here, https://www.amazon.com/Light-Shade-serious-not-poems-ebook/dp/B08B4X3GVX/
It is a fact
That one may beautify
A lie,
Or other ugly act
In rhyme.
The good-time
Girl, becomes his lover true.
But, those who
Can read between a line,
May, correctly, construe his rhyme.
The wind is strong
At the start
Of the wooded path,
Which is not long.
As I pass
To it’s heart
There is no song.
But, near the end
Of the path
I hear your song
Again, my friend.
A Youtube video of me reading my poem “Thoughts in the Early Morning”, which was recorded on Sunday 4 October
A video of me reading my poem “The Autumn Rain”, recorded on Sunday 4 October
A recording of my poem “Lonely Train”, which I recorded yesterday (Sunday 4 October),
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During the time of Covid
The liberal hid
Himself away.
And took refuge in poetry
Where he could be free
To say
In enigmatic rhyme
How he spent his time.
Some thought
That he ought
To take greater care
For one has got
(Has one not)
To beware
Of those who see sin in
What is merely, a poet’s poetry?
The pleasure
Of hot
Weather.
Knowing not
Whether
The rain will come.
A cloud burst.
Relieves a thirst.
The rain does run.
But the pleasure
Of hot, wet weather
Soon is done.
And the wise,
Gazing into a stranger’s eyes,
Know that ’tis folly
To forget a brolly.
Yet, they still thirst
For the cloud to burst.
And the pleasure
Of hot wet weather
On unbrollied skin.
So take the rain in.
I have no resistance
To the lonely train
Which calls
From the distance.
Nor to the rain
Which falls,
In this dark park.
