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Poet Kevin Morris Interviewed by Ariadne Sawyer of the World Poetry Reading Series for December 12th 2024

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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.

Sometimes I Wish the Rain

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Sometimes I wish the rain

Would not cease.

It quiets my heated brain.

But the rain

Will cease. And I yearn for the peace

Of the steady drip, drip, drip of rain

To return again

And cool my heated brain.

The Book Destroyer

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There was a young man named Roy

Who said, “all these books I’ll destroy!”.

A bookish girl called Grace

Pushed over a heavy bookcase

Which flattened that young man named Roy!

There Once Was a Silly Old Duck

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There once was a silly old Duck

Who drove around in a big truck.

When he drove into a pond

He got rescued by a blonde,

And they married in that big truck!

 

 

 

Sally and the Alley

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I met a young lady named Sally

Who was loitering in a dark alley.

I’ve heard many a confession

And can show great discretion.

And Sally lives at 2, the Alley …!

Old Broken Bough

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I recall

How an old bough,

Ready to fall,

Blocked the woodland path.

I passed

Pushing it away

On a winter’s day

As birds sang.

 

 

The bough still hangs.

It must fall.

And I will recall

How I passed

That old broken bough

On the path

And how birds sang.

Fay and the Hay

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A most dissolute young lady named Fay

Pulls respectable gentlemen down in the hay.

In the farmer’s field

I had to yield

As she is very persuasive is Fay!

A Young Lady of Hong Kong

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When a young lady of Hong Kong

Went and sang a very sad song,

A whale called gale

Raised her great tail

And beat on a large dinner gong!

Certainties

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I duck as I go

For the wind has bent a bough low

And toppled a street sign.

 

A winter breeze makes random patterns with leaves.

The wind has no time

For our certainties and lines.

The Man and the Goat

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There once was a man with a goat

Who went and wrote a very important note.

But the goat said, “I’m starving.

I will pay you 1 farthing!”.

So he did, and he ate that note!