After a night of roulette
With a Kate or Yvette
The bedside clock does say,
“You will pay
For this roulette
Come the day.
Yet with Kate and Yvette
You will continue to play”.
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The Inexorable Clock
The slow
Tick tock
Of the inexorable clock
Says “all must go”
In the end,
Though some pretend
‘Tis not so”.
My Poem “There is No Light” Included in March’s Virtual Dodo
My poem “There is No Light” appears in March’s Virtual Dodo. It is the penultimate poem on the page.
To read “There is No Light” please visit https://dodovidpoets.blogspot.com/2022/03/virtual-dodo-8.html
When I Found Old Father Time
When I found old Father Time
Trapped within a very ancient rhyme,
And he did shout,
“Please let me out!”,
I said, “all in good time!”
My Shadow
My shadow
Does pass
Along the sunlit path.
My shadow will go
Into the woods
I so love.
Nell Who Went Down to Hell
When a wicked young lady named Nell
Died and went straight down to Hell,
She said, with a sigh,
“I do miss the sky,
And this Hell has a terrible smell!”
Putin is Ozymandias
Pondering on Vladimir Putin and the war in Ukraine yesterday, I was reminded of Shelley’s fine poem Ozymandias:
I met a traveller from an antique land,
Who said—“Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert. . . . Near them, on the sand,
Half sunk a shattered visage lies, whose frown,
And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command,
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
The hand that mocked them, and the heart that fed;
And on the pedestal, these words appear:
My name is Ozymandias, King of Kings;
Look on my Works, ye Mighty, and despair!
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal Wreck, boundless and bare
The lone and level sands stretch far away.”
https://www.bl.uk/learning/timeline/item126940.html
Putin will pass and the sands of time obliterate the terrible regime he has built in Russia and is currently trying to impose on the brave people of Ukraine.
I stand with Ukraine.
Miss White’s Rose
When a young lady named White
Showed me her rose last night,
I admired that flower
For many an hour.
Then her boyfriend started a fight!
Fumbling Hands
I have gone with desire
And jumped into the fire
And have found
A truth profound:
That all flesh tires
And hands that fumble
Must crumble
Into dust.
Poetry Reading at the Upper Norwood Library Hub at 7 pm on Wednesday 30 March 2022
I am pleased to announce that I shall be reading my poetry at the Upper Norwood Library Hub on Wednesday 30 March at 7 pm. For details of the venue please visit this link https://www.uppernorwoodlibraryhub.org/.
I will read from my recently published collection Leaving and Other Poems https://www.amazon.co.uk/Leaving-other-poems-Kevin-Morris-ebook/dp/B09R8NG6WQ.
I hope to record the event and link to the video here.
If you have queries regarding the event please email kmorris poet (at) gmail . com, or leave a comment here.
I hope to see some of you on 30 March.
Kevin