When I met a ghost in a churchyard
Who said, “being dead is so very hard!
I always try to be friendly,
But everyone’s so scared of me!”,
I ran at great speed from that churchyard!
When I Met a Ghost in a Churchyard
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The Importance of Independent Book Shops
I am fortunate to live within a 20 minute walk of the independent Bookseller Crow, which is located at 50 Westow Street in Crystal Palace. Over the years I have popped in to the shop on numerous occasions and bought books and art cards as presents for family and friends.
Being an independent bookshop the Bookseller Crow sells a number of titles focused on the history of Crystal Palace and the Norwood area in which I live. In addition, the store stocks a variety of publications by local authors, including my recently published “Passing through: some thoughts on life and Death”. The book description reads as follows:
“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”.
If you live in Crystal Palace or happen to be visiting the area, the Bookseller Crow is a great place to browse for books, so do please consider dropping in. Books can also be ordered from the Bookseller Crow’s website
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“Passing through” is also available as a kindle download and can be found here Passing Through: Some thoughts on life and death eBook : Morris, K : Amazon.co.uk: Kindle Store
When my friend said, “your poetry is dark”
When my friend said, “your poetry is dark”.
I could have said, “should I pretend
That we don’t all end
In the stark dark, my old friend”.
But I smiled and whiled away more time
In drink. But now rhyme
Of you and me. and truth in poetry.
When My Dear Old Aunt Named Kate
When my dear old aunt named Kate
Died and left me her whole estate,
I received a broken pencil
And a very empty till,
And an IOU from my aunt Kate!
Brief as Butterflies
I awoke to rain today.
I will walk where water drips
From spring leaves and flowers
For time slips away
And all our little hours
Are brief as butterflies,
Who flit by without a sigh.
My Guest Post on Chris Graham’s Blog
My thanks to Chris Graham for his kindness in hosting a guest post by me on his blog. For my post please follow this link https://thestoryreadingapeblog.com/2025/05/22/guest-post-an-explanation-from-author-and-poet-kevin-morris/
Acrostic
August has long since ceased to be.
Upon the forest floor,
The oak and chestnut has shed it store,
Unceremoniously, of conker and acorn.
Mulch for the lawn.
Now leaves feed the ground.
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(The above is an Acrostic Acrostic – Wikipedia. And can be found in my poetry collection “Light and Shade, which is available from Amazon in Kindle and paperback, Light and Shade; serious (and not so serious) poems eBook : Morris, K: Amazon.co.uk: Kindle Store).
In the Wood
I heard Thor roar
In the wood.
But no rain came.
Civilisation has withstood
The wind and rain.
But climates change
A review of my poetry collection, “Passing through: some thoughts on life and death”
I was pleased to receive this review of my recently published poetry collection, “Passing through: some thoughts on life and death”, https://audreydriscoll.com/2025/05/20/book-review-passing-through-some-thoughts-on-life-and-death-by-k-morris/
A Young Lady of Toulouse
I know a young lady of Toulouse
Who is extremely fond of her booze.
Whilst drunk on Hock
She lost her frock,
And a monk he stole her shoes!
K Morris - Poet 