There was a young poet called Matt
Who composed a poem about his cat.
The feline scratched himself
And remarked, “come the twelth,
I shall write one better than that!”.
There Was A Young Poet Called Matt
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What Is A Bed?
What is a double bed?
A place where the dread
Of what comes after this brief life
Is momentarily lost
In the arms of mistress or wife.
What is a double bed?
A place where the lone head
Sleeps
And sometimes weeps.
What is a bed?
A place of joy and pain,
Where we return again and again
Until we are slain
By the final sleep.
Morning Rush Hour
Morning rush hour on the tube.
A couple kiss.
“Keep in touch” he says.
“Yeah I will” the girl replies.
They get out and go their separate ways.
I felt like a voyeur
Observing him and her.
I wonder whether
They spent the night together
And if so, did they part
With joy or regret in their heart?
“Keep in touch he said.
“Yeah, I will” she replied.
I know not whether love lived or died
As the tube doors closed on that passing show
And will probably never know.
There Was A Young Aristocrat Called Tim
There was a young aristocrat called Tim
Who was extremely nice but dim.
His father, Lord More,
Said “let your gun roar”,
So he shot their gamekeeper Jim!”
Time by K Morris
Thank you to Roberta Pimentel for publishing my poem, “Time” as a guest post on her site, http://robertapimentel.com/2017/01/29/guest-post-time-by-kevin-morris/.
Kevin
A podcast of poet Kevin Morris’s Interview on Vancouver Co-Op Radio is now available
On the evening of Thursday 26 January, I had the honour of being interviewed by Ariadne Sawyer and Neil of Vancouver Co-Op Radio.
During the interview I read a number of my poems and answered questions on what inspired me to compose them.
For a podcast of my interview on Vancouver Co-op Radio please visit http://worldpoetry.ca/?p=11413.
I would like to extend my thanks to Ariadne, Neil and everyone at Vancouver Co-Op Radio for making the interview happen.
(Note: I was originally scheduled to be interviewed on Thursday 12 January. However due to an issue with my telephone line the interview did not take place. It was not until the point at which I got through to Vancouver Co-Op Radio, on the evening of Thursday 26 January, that I knew for certain that the issue with my line had been rectified by TalkTalk and I would, definitely be on air.
Not wishing to disappoint my readers by advertising the event only to find that it could not take place, I thought it best to wait until the interview had occurred and post a podcast of my appearance subsequently).
Kevin
K Morris reading his poem ‘Night Duty’.
K Morris reading his poem ‘Night Duty’.
K Morris reading his poem ‘Unrequited’.
Kevin Morris reading his poem ‘Unrequited’.
K Morris reading his poem ‘Feet of Clay’.
The inspiration for this poem was Hamlet’s remark: ‘We are arrant knaves, all. Believe none of us’ (Act 3, Scene 1).
K Morris reading his poem ‘May’.
May is an ancient pagan festival which witnesses men and women dancing around the maypole.
