The Autumn dark is coming down.
One day I will drown
And leave the night
And the light.
For I am bound by dark
And will not fight
The inevitable night.
The Autumn Dark
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Barmaid
She says that she used to see me
On her way to school.
As she pours my usual drink, I think
Of Larkin’s “The Old Fools”.
And I cast around for something to say
About my so ordinary day
Bill Who Lived on a High Hill
There once was a man named Bill
Who lived on a very high hill.
His young mistress Sally
Lived in a valley
And his wife she lived with Bill!
Feisty Miss White
When a pretty young lady named White
Said, “I will turn out the light”.
And I said, “then get into bed?”,
She smacked me hard on the head.
Those nurses can get feisty at night!
Those nurses they
“Passing Through: some thoughts on life and death”, by K Morris is available to download in the Amazon Kindle store
I am delighted to announce that my new poetry collection, “Passing Through: some thoughts on life and death” is now available to purchase in the Kindle store.
Book Description:
In the last week of January 2025, poet K Morris suffered a seizure whilst at home. This was rapidly followed by several other seizures, , and the discovery that he was suffering from a brain abscess, which required an urgent operation.
In this book the poet describes his thoughts and feelings as he grapples with his own mortality. Other poems touch on the mundane rhythms of hospital life, and the poet’s yearning to return to the great outdoors and Mother Nature.
Kindle download links:
Amazon UK https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B0F8TWMZJD/
Amazon.com https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0F8TWMZJD/
Forthcoming paperback:
“Passing Through: some thoughts on life and Death” will also be available as a paperback in the near future.
Ron the Poet
There once was a poet named Ron
Who said, “poetry is for everyone!”,
But when he wrote on a bus
The driver created such a fuss!
As he didn’t like poetry or Ron!
Gwen the Hen and a Fox Called Ken
There once was a hen named Gwen
Who dated a fine fox called Ken.
They met for a meal
And I really do feel
That we won’t be seeing Gwen again …
Our Own Hell
I heard school children at play
On a late December day.
Soon I will turn 57.
Will I be nearer to heaven?
Or to hell?
I’ve heard mythologists tell
How gods play
With women and men,
And how we have no chance against them.
On this winter’s day
In late December, I know that our fate
Lies in man’s hands.
When the jackboots stamp in the concentration camps
Men create living hell
And no gods weep.
Gus and the Bus
When a daring young man known as Gus
Suggested we all make love on the bus!
And Miss Leven said, “Kevin!
Do take me to heaven!”.
I wondered, is it that kind of bus?
Cook’s New Poetry Book
When a poet whose name was Cook
Went and published a new poetry book,
And a young man called Frank
Said, “the pages are all blank!”.
“That’s because it’s blank verse!”, said Cook.
K Morris - Poet 