Visiting this zoo
I wander through
This ordered place,
Where every wild trace
Is prettily boxed and tied
For the public to see.
A tiger looked at me,
Sighed
And thought of his tea …
Visiting the Zoo
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There Was An Old Reactionary Called Paul
There was an old reactionary called Paul
Who said “I shall forestall
The coming age”,
So, in rage
He built a very high wall!
When A Monster Dies
When a monster dies
Someone cries,
For they know only part
Of the monster’s heart.
There Was A Young Lady Called Sky
There was a young lady called Sky
Who stood at six feet high.
When she removed her high heeled shoes,
Six inches she did lose,
Which made her boyfriend cry.
“The Poet Speaks: Kevin Morris Reads A Sellection Of His Poetry”, A Review By Victoria Zigler
I was pleased to receive the following review in respect of the CD of me reading my poetry, “The Poet Speaks: Kevin Morris Reads A Sellection Of His Poetry”:
“I’ve read a lot of Kevin Morris’ poems, and enjoyed them; Kevin’s poems are often extremely thought-provoking. Hearing him read some of his poems out loud helps to bring them to life in a way reading them myself can’t do. In short, this is a great collection of poetry, which the author reads beautifully, and which is an absolute pleasure to listen to”. For the review please visit, http://www.goodreads.com/review/show/1949990926.
There Was A Young Boy Called Ed (a limerick for children)
There was a young boy called Ed
Who wrote a story about his ted.
His mother did remark,
“It is getting dark,
And you and ted must go to bed!”
(Ted or teddy, is frequently used as a shortened form of teddy bear, particularly by young children).
Commute
The sun shone this evening as I strolled from my office in Whitehall to Embankment tube.
The roads seemed empty apart from the presence of police vehicles, who’s sirens joined with the noise of the helicopter to disturb the tranquillity of the evening.
No one appeared to be manning the “Evening Standard” stall outside Embankment station, which seemed odd given the events of the day.
“Watch out for card clash”, the automated announcement said as we commuters filed along, in a more or less orderly fashion.
I passed part of my journey home, from Victoria to Gipsy Hill, in conversation with a lady. We spoke about my guide dog, Trigger.
Just another daily commute then, when I reached the pub, the horror of the day replayed again on television.
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My place of work is in Whitehall, some little distance from Parliament where the terrorist atrocity occurred this afternoon. I am unharmed and (fortunately) none of my colleagues or friends where affected by today’s incident. However the shock remains with me.
Tube
A thrumming in the wire.
Rising desire
By commuters to enter
The tube’s centre.
Wrapped in the tunnel’s dark embrace
We race
Towards our destination.
A brief anticipation,
Then we disgorge at our station.
A review of my collection of poetry, “Lost in the Labyrinth of My Mind”
On checking my email this morning, I was delighted to learn that my collection of poetry, “Lost in the Labyrinth of My Mind” (http://moyhill.com/lost/) has received a great review.
To read the review please visit (https://laurenwalsburg.com/2017/03/21/review-lost-in-the-labyrinth-of-my-mind-by-k-morris/).
There Was A Young Man Called Matt
There was a young man called Matt
Who said “poetry is old hat”.
His brother Jim
Disagreed with him.
It ended in a spat!
