When a young lady wearing high-heels
Said, “you don’t know how it feels
To be stared at all day!”,
They said to her, “dear Fay,
Perhaps you should wear more than high-heels …!”.
High-Heels
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At Christmastime
At Christmastime we drink wine
To excess and dress
The tree in her finery.
But old Father Time
Has no liking for wine
And watches us all
From high on the wall.
Happy Christmas!
I would like to wish all of my readers a very happy Christmas. Thank you for following me during 2024.
All the very best. Kevin and Apollo. (The dog and the god of poetry!).
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 …
Gwen and the Gren
There was a young lady known as Gwen
Who worked in a pub called the Gren.
A drinker named Dan
Was a rude man,
So Gwen kicked him out of the Gren!
Conversation with a Stranger
She was born in the year
I came here
To live and work.
She will thrive when time’s scythe
Has ended me.
I feel no jerk
Of sudden fear
Of the Reaper as he draws near.
I have felt lust
And feared dust.
But today I simply say my goodbye
And accept that I
Will, one day die.
The train moves on.
She is gone.
And I will do my work today.
Musings on a Bleak December Day
On a cold December day
I stop
And suddenly become
Aware of the ticking clock.
The sun
Hides it’s face.
It will rain again today.
I will embrace
Old Father Time in rhyme.
I grow older
And sense his great hand
Waiting to land
On my bowing shoulders.
I must try
Not to waste time.
For the clock
Will, one day, … stop
A Young Lady of this Great Nation
When a young lady of this great nation
Invited me to a night of extreme dissipation,
I said to her, “Coral!
That is so very immoral!”.
She said, “yes! Its what made this nation!”.
Poet Kevin Morris Interviewed by Ariadne Sawyer of the World Poetry Reading Series for December 12th 2024
I was delighted to be interviewed by Ariadne Sawyer of the World Poetry Reading Series for her show on December 12th. During the podcast, I read a number of my poems and talk about my poetry and the creative process. For the podcast please visit, https://www.mixcloud.com/VictorSchwartzman/world-poetry-cafe-with-kevin-morris-dec-12-2024/. My segment begins approximately 15 minutes into the show.
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.
K Morris - Poet 