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!”.
A Young Lady of this Great Nation
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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.
Sometimes I Wish the Rain
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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.
K Morris - Poet 