I met a nymph in a wood
Who was both fair
And good.
I said to her
“I wonder could …?”
In a manner most coy
She replied “my dear boy
The weather is hot
And I really should
Not …”.
The Coy Nymph
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Flame
I came
To your flame
And full of desire
Extinguished your fire.
You were hot
And needed me not,
But being a little bad
You took what I had.
My desire
Will expire
Leaving a broken candle
For another to handle.
But tonight
I delight
In the flame
I shall not name
There was a young man named Rory
There was a young man named Rory
Who was a one nation Tory.
A bust of Disraeli spoke
And told him a joke.
That drunken one nation Tory!
Poet Kevin Morris reading his poem Night Duty
Here is a Youtube video of me reading my poem “Night Duty” https://newauthoronline.com/2017/01/28/k-morris-reading-his-poem-night-duty-2/.
“Night Duty” appears in “My Old Clock I wind”.
You can listen to a podcast of me discussing “My Old Clock I Wind” on the World Poetry Reading Series here http://moyhill.com/clock/assets/km_interview2-world_poetry_cafe-2017.04.05.mp3.
“My Old Clock I Wind” is available, in paperback and ebook formats from Moyhill http://moyhill.com/clock/. It can also be found in the Amazon Kindle store https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0735JBVBG.
My guest poem on Sue Vincent’s blog
Many thanks to Sue Vincent for publishing my poem, “Must”, as a guest post on her blog. To read the poem please visit https://scvincent.com/2018/01/24/guest-poet-kevin-morris-must/
There was a young man named Baker
There was a young man named Baker
Who worked as an undertaker.
One day a corpse awoke
And gave him a poke.
Today he works as a cake maker.
There was a young lady named Pam
There was a young lady named Pam
Who produced a good deal of spam.
She discovered too late
That her hot date
Was a blogger who’s name was Sam!
On seeing a happy couple
On seeing a happy couple, I smile
For there is no denial
That love
Is good.
Yet, after a while
I can not help but ponder on
How love is here, then gone.
Each joke
Which now produces laughter
May cause her to choke
On her anger in the end.
Or perhaps she will pretend
And maintain
A fixed smile to hide her disdain.
Coupledom is fun
Until her dress, thrown haphazard on the floor
Loses it’s alure
And his sweaty feet
Forever defeat
Passion’s heat.
A poem about my dog Trigger
One day, as I sat writing in my study, I became aware of my dog Trigger dreaming as he slept close by. This inspired my poem “Dog” https://newauthoronline.com/2017/02/26/kevin-morris-reading-his-poem-dog/
“Dog” can be found in my collection of poetry, “Refractions”, which is available in the Amazon Kindle store, https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B01L5UC2H2
Afternoon limericks
There was a young lady from Humber
Who had an accident with a cucumber.
While preparing a salad for two
She tripped over my shoe
And entered a very deep slumber.
—
There was a young lady from Humber
Who had an accident with a cucumber.
While preparing a salad for two
She tripped over my shoe
And impaled herself on that cucumber.
—
There was a young lady named Ria
Who went hunting for a deer.
A stag crept up behind
And said “you will find
My antlers are extremely sharp I fear!”
