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Poetry and Historical Fiction on the World Poetry Cafe

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On Thursday 29th January, I appeared on the World poetry Café together with the author of “Through the Roman Gate”, a historical novel which is available to purchase in the Kindle store. The book sounds like a fascinating read and I will be downloading it onto my Kindle.

 

During my segment of the podcast I read a number of my recently published work and talked about what inspires me to compose poetry.

 

To listen to the podcast please visit https://flashfiction2.substack.com/p/world-poetry-cafe-jan-29-kevin-morris?utm_source=podcast-email%2Csubstack&publication_id=5716717&post_id=186013381&utm_campaign=email-play-on-substack&utm_medium=email&utm_content=play_card_post_title&r=dv63h&triedRedirect=true. My segment appears approximately 27 minutes in.

 

I am grateful to Ariadne Sawyer and Victor for hosting me on the World Poetry Café.

The Lost Hat

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When a young lady who visited my flat

Said, “I think I have lost my hat!”

And I said, “after that booze

You lost more than your shoes!”

She said, “just give me back my hat …!”

Dash

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Sometimes I dash

Along the churchyard path.

But those who sleep

Have no appointments to keep.

And I pass by

The graveyard plot

Until I do not.

 

 

Yet I must

My final appointment keep

With worms and dust.

And the earth

Will continue to turn

Without heed or need

Of me

London Encounter

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Walking along the familiar street

I meet

A lady who asks me

For £1

So that she

Can get to bank.

 

I give her the pound

And laugh at her story.

 

I receive no thanks

But get asked for £5

(Which I deny I have).

 

I go home

Thinking on philosophy,

Lies,

And the fickleness of charity.

 

But who

Exploited who

I wonder

As I sit alone

At home

Writing poetry …

 

(Note: “Bank” refers to bank station on the London underground).

Dodgy Geezer

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I met a young lady Named Louisa

Who said, “you are a dodgy geezer!”

I said, “I’m not dodgy,

But perhaps a little podgy!”,

Which tickled that young lady named Louisa!

 

Aphrodite’s Nightie

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My girlfriend whose name is Aphrodite

Went and bought a see-through nightie.

Her friend Miss Echo

Is fond of Prosecco –

And the vicar has her nightie …

When Dracula Went to a Pub

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When Count Dracula went to a pub

In search of some good wholesome grub,

A barmaid named Kelly

Offered him fruit jelly.

But he wanted another kind of grub …

All to Dust

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The tree

By the graveyard plot

Has stood, impassively

For years.

 

Many tears

Have been shed

Over the dead.

 

This old tree

Will outlast me.

Yet,  it to must fall

For the churchyard plot

Calls us all

To dust

Dom

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Have you heard of a dominatrix named Nicks

Who is known for her love of sticks?

If you ask how I know,

I heard it from Vicar Joe;

Who is known for his love of sticks …

Cold Birds

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Standing in the cold park

I heard the birds

Sing in early January.

 

I will hear them in spring.

And think I see

Cold birds.

 

 

Yet I know that the  winter

Lives in me

And poets sing

Of what is true.