In the morning, after a night of sinning
With a group of most beautiful young women,
I met vicar Glynn,
Who condemned my sin.
But his young wife just couldn’t stop grinning!
In the Morning, After a Night of Sinning
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Bedtime
I found 2 young ladies in red
Waiting in my fine old double bed.
They said, “we are Coral
And are both very moral”.
Dear reader, that is what they said …
Poet Kevin Morris’s Poetry Included in Croydon Poetry Hour Anthology for 2022/2023
I am delighted to announce that a number of my poems have been included in “The Croydon Poetry Hour Anthology”, 2022/2023, https://www.lulu.com/shop/croydon-poets/croydon-poe-try-hour-anthology-20222023/paperback/product-v8r7e94.html?q=croydonpoetry+hour+2022%2F2023&page=1&pageSize=4
Among the poems included are:
“I Scent the Early Summer Air”,
“As I Drink My Red Wine”,,
“How Sweet and Sad Was the Bird”
And “In Early December”.
In Early December
In early December
November’s leaves still adorn
The woodland lawn.
Man’s pattern is made
In light and shade
And the gardener’s rake
Rakes all leaves.
The Bliss of Married Life
When I said to a girl called Lou
“Let us pretend that I’m married to you”.
And she said, you are always out drinking!
And at my girlfriends you are forever winking!”.
I said, “Lou, when did I marry you!”
My November Guest by Robert Frost, Read by Robert Frost
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=m-2AWegHHqc
It being the first of November, I thought that I would post one of my favourite poems, my November Guest by Robert Frost.
Frost was a New England poet. However, given that he spent some time in England and was friends with the English poet Edward Thomas, I think we English can also lay claim to Frost’s wonderful poetry. No brickbats from my American readers for laying claim to Robert Frost please!
You can find My November Guest in Frost’s A Boy’s Will.
On a Damp and Dark Halloween
On a damp and dark Halloween
I observed a most interesting scene.
The Devil did romance
A demon from France
As the banshee did loudly scream!
I Do Not Fear Another Dying Year
I do not fear
Another dying year
But simply pass
Along the churchyard path
Observing these fallen leaves.
Autumn does not deceive.
But lust
Does, I find
Distract the mind
From dust,
While autumn time reminds
Us that we all
As autumn leaves
Must fall.
All Taped Up
A young woman in a dark cape
Wrapped me up with very thick tape
And posted me
To sunny Dundee,
Where I made a most daring escape!
I Once Met a Man Named Charles Dickens
I once met a man named Charles Dickens
Who was known for his love of chickens.
When I said, “do you write?”,
He said, “yes throughout the night.
But my writing is all eaten by chickens!”
As I Walked the Streets Very Late
As I walked the streets very late
I met a young lady named Kate
Who said, “there are many women
Who earn their living through sinning!”.
Then she winked at me did Kate …!
K Morris - Poet 