My friend, who lacks any kind of discretion
Has an obsession with the world’s oldest profession.
At just gone midnight
I met Miss White
Who said, “your friend he lacks any discretion …!”
The Importance of Discretion
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Poet Kevin Morris Interviewed on the World Poetry Reading Series
I was delighted to be interviewed by Ariadne Sawyer for the World Poetry Reading Series. The show was broadcast on Thursday 19th September on Vancouver Co-op radio.
To listen to a podcast of my interview please visit https://www.mixcloud.com/VictorSchwartzman/world-poetry-cafe-sept-19-2024-with-kevin-morris/?utm_source=notification&utm_medium=email&utm_campaign=upload_is_published&utm_content=html.
My segment begins approximately 20 minutes into the podcast. During the show, I discuss my poetry and read a number of my poems, including the title poem from my recently published collection, The Churchyard Yew and Other Poems. The podcast also contains an interesting discussion on the pros and cons of publishing on Kindle.
You can find The Churchyard Yew and Other poems here The Churchyard Yew and Other Poems eBook : Morris, K: Amazon.co.uk: Kindle Store
Rose and Her Toes
A most talented young lady known as Rose
As a habit of showing gentlemen her toes.
When they say, “give us more!”,
She says, “its such a bore!”,
As she blows her nose on those toes!
Reluctance
He tries for a kiss.
Her lips are dry
And her mouth remains closed.
She gave consent
To loss of clothes.
For his extra expense
She will kiss.
But he knows
She feels no bliss
And yearns to turn
From ageing lips.
Yet still they kiss
After Wine
After wine.
Her leg on mine.
Her hands.
And youthful bust
All command my lust.
She leaves her scent behind.
I drink it in.
There are no ties to bind.
So some would call it sin.
I see my shadow with me
On an autumn day.
In the charms of girl’s arms
I forget my shadow
But he does not forget me .
All this talk
Of gaudy baubles bought
Ends in nought.
Vicar Randy
When I saw the good vicar Randy
Drinking brandy with that gorgeous Miss Mandy,
I said to him, “Jim,
She is pretty and slim”.
He said, “yes, but I am Randy!”.
In the Autumn Wood
Alone, I walk the woodland path.
No one with whom to laugh
While in the endless sky
A plane goes by
As I dwell on love.
But birds still sing
In autumn and spring,
And I have this wood
And the autumn sun.
The Fun of being an Undertaker
There once was a man named Laker
Who got a job as an undertaker.
When a ghoul appeared
He said, “that’s weird!
Its such fun working as an undertaker!”
When I Met Mrs Dean Near Wuthering Heights
When I Met Mrs Dean near Wuthering Heights
She was dressed in some very tight tights.
When I turned to Mr Lockwood
He said, “I wish she would
Wear something with those very tight tights!”.
K Morris - Poet 