In the land of smiles
Poets are free
To while away their time
In sweet poetry.
But a poet may find
His mind turn from rhyme
To bar girls who,
(strictly between us 2),
Have no time for rhyme …
In the Land of Smiles
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Kevin Morris reading his poetry on TikTok
Kevin Morris reading a number of poems on TikTok. You don’t need to have an account to view the videos.
The Forbidden Garden
Perfume in a forbidden garden.
Desires hidden behind friendly smiles.
Paradise held no inhibitions.
Society celebrates the variety
Of nearly all.
But some falls
Can not be forgiven.
So Adam waits
Though the Devil prates
Of outdated convention.
But the fruit
Is not quite ripe.
Kevin Morris reading his poems at The Royal Albert Pub Crystal Palace on TikTok
I recently did a reading of my poetry at The Royal Albert Pub in Crystal Palace. You don’t need a TikTok account to watch the reading.
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PART TWO:
K Morris New Collection of Poetry “The Churchyard Yew and Other Poems” is available on Amazon.
I am delighted to announce that my collection of poems “The Churchyard Yew and Other Poems” is available on Amazon in Kindle format. The Paperback should be available in the next couple of days, and I will post links to it once the book goes live.
The photograph on the book cover shows the churchyard of St John the Evangelists Church in Upper Norwood. The photograph was taken by my friend Michelle Whiteside.
The book description reads as follows:
A miscellany of poems about nature, passing time and relationships.
If you read “The Churchyard Yew” please do consider reading a review on Amazon.
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As I Drink My Hot Curry Soup
As I drink my hot curry soup
Melancholy love songs loop.
The same thoughts go round and round
Of waitresses who have come and gone.
Sometimes my thoughts are profound.
At other times I tempt with rhymes
A waitress who likes poetry.
But I have found
My verse can not undress a waitress
For my brief rhyme
Is out of time
And I am growing old.
So I drink my hot curry soup
As the music loops around.
And then go home alone.
The Joys of Swinging
When a young lady in a short frock
Decided to swing from a very old clock,
The clock’s owner, known as Dan,
Said, “I’m a red blooded man,
But I’m worried you will break that clock!”.
In Morning Time
In morning time
I write a rhyme
Before the riot
Of the coming day
Takes my muse away.
I am clay
And hot lust.
But ere I am dust
I have words to say.
Perhaps a brief rhyme of mine
Of women and wine
And fleeting time may live on
When I am gone.
We all go from the gloom
Of the womb
To the gloom of the tomb.
But take delight
In sunlight, ere we go.
Aphrodite
I have stood
And walked
Through the wood
And thought
On nymphs who bring delight
In woods
To passersby such as I.
I have sought for Aphrodite
Amidst the flowering tree
And have heard the birds
Sing in hopeful spring.
But now Autumn has come
And no Aphrodite
Sings to me.
Happy Easter!
A young lady who calls herself Honey
Likes to dress as the Easter bunny.
After food and wine
We crossed that line –
Then that bunny she stole my money!
Happy Easter to all of my readers!
K Morris - Poet 