When a young lady smoking some Pot
Said, “do you think that I’m hot?”,
They Said to her, “Moriah!
You’ve just started a fire!
You need to stop dropping that Pot!”.
Hot
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Dave’s Rave
There was a young man named Dave
Who attended a very large rave,
Where a girl with a beard
Said, “some say that I’m weird,
But I really don’t like to shave!”.
Bliss
“Would you like to,
Again? before I go …?”
Her kiss!
Her hands!
His momentary bliss.
Time never stands
Still. Goodbyes are spoken
And banks open.
When I Die
When I die
What will people see
In my poetry?
Will they read me
At all?
I will not know
Whether tis so
For in my pall
My poetry
Must surely go.
Though perhaps it may
Not be so.
Sex Kitten
A young lady who comes from Britain
Is known as a great sex kitten.
My dear old dog
Is known as Hogg,
And my kitten she comes from Britain …!
Poet Kevin Morris’s Interview on Vancouver Co-op Radio’s the World Poetry Reading Series
On Monday 29 May, I was interviewed by Ariadne Sawyer, of Vancouver Co-op Radio’s the World Poetry Reading Series about my recently released poetry collection, More Poetic Meanderings. My interview, during which I discuss and read my poetry, is due to be aired at 1 pm (pacific standard time) on Thursday 1 June, which equates to 9 pm here in the United Kingdom. You can find details of the World Poetry Reading series here https://coopradio.org/shows/world-poetry-cafe/.
I am pleased to announce that my interview is already available as a podcast on Mixcloud and can be found here https://www.mixcloud.com/VictorSchwartzman/world-poetry-cafe-for-june-1-with-kevin-morris/. I listened to my interview using Google Chrome, however other browsers should also work.
More Poetic Meanderings is available in Kindle and paperback and can be found here https://www.amazon.com/More-Poetic-Meanderings-K-Morris-ebook/dp/B0BZT9G139/.
My thanks to Ariadne Sawyer of Vancouver Co-op Radio’s the World Poetry Reading Series for hosting me on the World Poetry Café.
Permanence
Sometimes I think
On permanent things:
The birds that sing,
The grand old churches
And the trees.
Then the breeze,
Mingling with the rain
Shows what will remain.
When you and me
Are as the tree.
Old
A great poem by Mick Canning. I must confess that, as someone who is blind, I have been offered the help referred to by Mick since I was a youngster!
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.
.
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?
.
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.
Blogger’s Books: Kevin Morris
My thanks to Pete Johnson for publishing a guest post by me regarding my latest collection of poetry, My Friend’s Robot Girlfriend and Other Humorous Verses.
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…
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When I Bought a Fine Old Castle
When I bought a fine old castle
The resident vampire caused me great hassle.
Both her and a ghost
Would eat all my toast!
So I decided to leave for Newcastle!
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