Me reading my poem ‘Under the Stars’ on Soundcloud.
Poet K Morris reading his poem ‘Under The Stars’ on Soundcloud
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‘Autumn Breeze’ and ‘The Dark’ by K Morris on Soundcloud
I have uploaded ‘Autumn Breeze’ and ‘The Dark’ to my Soundcloud page.
9 new poems by poet K Morris on Soundcloud
I have uploaded 9 new poems to my Soundcloud page, all of which can be found below.
I write for you I Hardly Know
I write for you I hardly know.
Let it be so
Though you may go
And find
My rhyme.
But that, I do not know.
Kevin Morris reading his poem ‘To my dog Trigger, who lay on my book’.
A poem written about my four-legged friend, Trigger. As I say in my poem, dogs have such short lives compared to we humans, yet they give so much to us.
While drinking in my favourite local pub, The Railway Bell (http://www.rampubcompany.co.uk/visit-pubs/railway-bell), I left my rucksack, which contained a copy of my book ‘Lost in the Labyrinth of my mind’ (https://www.amazon.co.uk/Lost-labyrinth-my-mind-Morris-ebook/dp/B01AF5EPVY) on the floor. My guide dog Trigger made himself comfortable on both book and rucksack, creasing ‘Lost’s pages, which led to the composition of this poem.
The poem can be found in Refractions: https://www.amazon.co.uk/Refractions-K-MORRIS-ebook/dp/B01L5UC2H2/ref=sr_1_1?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1488112246&sr=1-1&keywords=refractions+k+morris
At Summer’s Height
At summer’s height
Girls delight
In short frocks.
And, on occasions, choose
To lose
Their shoes
And socks.
For by going bare
To the summer air
They find there
The joy of youth.
At summer’s height
The poet takes delight
In girls who
Go without shoe
Or sock,
For they sense not
Time’s, impending, knock.
Words Thrown Out
Words thrown out
Dance about
And float into the sky
Or, as lead balloons, die.
Graveyard
All around
I hear
The sound
Of birds in the graveyard near
To my home.
As I walk alone,
Through this place of bone,
A thought profound,
“Those underground
Can not hear”.
Thrown Away
In a vase you stay.
Soon you will be thrown away
In a bin.
How can I atone for the sin
Of removing you from nature’s embrace
To this urban place?
I sentimentalise its true
For you never knew
Nature’s embrace,
But doctored grew
In a place
Of glass
Where people pass
And say
“Customers will pay
Good money for that rose
But, I suppose
This other lot should be thrown away”.
‘Tis man who should count the cost
Of nature’s lost
Embrace
As we on keyboards clack
For we lack
The will
To stand still
And listen to the bird,
For the word
heard is “progress”, symbolised by
Doctored flowers, that in a vase, die.
Fallen
He can not afford
To pay for board
Or meals
For the bawd,
In heels
His life’s blood steals
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