Everyone knows, that the first man to liken a maiden to a rose
Was a poet (at least it is often contended so),
But the critics then go
On to say that those
Who continue to use such metaphor
Are second-rate, as it has all been said before

But has not the rhymer written about everything under the sun?
And if so, are we now not done
With rhyme?
For surely we should spend our time
Both day and night
In instructing others on how to write? …

I’m delighted to welcome Kevin Morris back as my guest writer. Kevin has appeared on my blog a few times with some wonderful poems. He’s just had a new book of poetry released, called ‘MyFriend’s Robot Girlfriend’. Do hop over to Amazon and take a look. Links can be found below.

Here’s what Kevin has to say about his love of poetry:

I have long been a fan of poetry in general, and spent many happy hours leafing through poetry anthologies in the school library. I know, I was a precocious child!

Many of my poems are of a serious nature. I therefore thought that it was high time to pull together a collection of my humorous poems, hence my recently published collection, “My Friend’s Robot Girlfriend and Other Humorous Verses”, which is available in Kindle and paperback from Amazon.

I hope you enjoy the below poems:

Lin Who Was…

God’s bones.

Cold stone skin covering

A hewn wooden ribcage that

Conceals a petrified heart.

A fossilised giant wallowing in a garden

Growing nothing but death.

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We know we will get old

But it takes you by surprise all the same.

Perhaps we refuse to see the signs –

Unexpected offers of assistance,

A sudden inability to run for the bus and

A need to take more frequent breaks.

We become fragile,

And lose confidence in our abilities.

.

Perhaps we lack courage, but

Must we resort to this?

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Really, only the young want to live forever.

Oh, the tedium of eternity

Where angels yearn for the peace of annihilation!

We have a choice;

At the end we have a chance to be brave.

I am happy to announce a new book by poet, writer, and blogger, Kevin Morris. Something to help raise a smile, which we can all do with these days.

Kevin has sent me some sample verses.

There Once Was a Policeman Named Warner

There once was a policeman named Warner
Who raided a rather famous old sauna.
He found Miss Hocking
Without shoe or stocking.
And a politician discussing politics with Lorna…

When a Philosophical Young Lady Named Gwen

When a philosophical young lady named Gwen
Climbed to the top of Big Ben
And a policeman called Lyme
Said, “tell me the time”,
“Time has no real existence”, said Gwen!

Swansong

There was an old man named Long
Who wept as he sang his swansong.
They took off their hats
And whacked him with bats.
And so ended that swansong of long!

Here are some links to Kevin’s writing, and…