When I last passed
This way
I recall no wall
Of wild wet flowers.
That bloom
In May
In the summertime
Flowers will bloom
Still. But in wintertime
Who will recall
This rain-kissed wall
Of springtime and rhyme.
When I Last Passed
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When a Poetical Young Man Named Ray
When a poetical young man named Ray
Recited a poem which was most risqué,
A young lady named Hocking
Lost more than her stocking,
And me, I discussed poetry with Ray!
Dancer
A fleeting connection.
A middle-aged poet’s introspection.
You danced by
And I
Saw youth
And your love of art,
And felt an answering spark
In my poet’s heart.
There is truth
Of a kind
For you to find
Should you truly look
Behind my book.
You will dance away
And, at some future day
May remember a middle-aged poet
Who gave to you
Something of what is true.
Ron the Poet
When a poet whose name was Ron
Said “my poetry will surely live on”.
An old man called Brian
Warned him of a lion,
Which devoured all his poetry and Ron.
Foxes
I yawn
In the early morn.
A bark
Pierces the dark.
The carpet is warm
Against my bare
Feet. While out there
The fox’s word
Is heard
Ere I sleep.
Dangerous Neil
When a dangerous young man named Neil
Said, “you’re going to feel cold steel!”,
A brave girl called Jagger
Grabbed hold of that dagger,
And I composed a poem about Neil …!
The Air is Fresh
The air is fresh
After a warm day.
I thrive
In this spring air.
And wonder
Whether those below
Ever walked by
Where they now lie.
A 4 Star Review of My Collection of Poetry, More Poetic Meanderings, and News of My Forthcoming book, My Friend’s Robot Girlfriend and Other Humorous Verses
I am delighted to have received another wonderful review of my collection of poetry, More Poetic Meanderings, https://www.goodreads.com/review/show/5526304433.
I am also pleased to let you know that I am in the process of publishing a collection of my humorous verses entitled My Friend’s Robot Girlfriend and Other Humorous Verses. I hope the collection will be available by the end of may in both Kindle and paperback editions.
Reading Frost As Night Falls
Robert Frost is undoubtedly one of my favourite poets. His “A Boy’s Will” and “North of Boston” graces the bookshelves in my bedroom, although I must confess to having a particular fondness for the former book.
Reading Frost as night falls.
The poet calls
To me, from the previous century.
“Relevant?” Yes, but how I hate that word
For is not the song of bird
Or getting lost midst the dark tree
Simply beauty in poetry,
Part of Frost’s heart
Which lives on in me
As I sit in this darkening
Room, hearkening to Robert’s poetry?
MORE POETIC MEANDERINGS by Poet Kevin Morris
I was thrilled to receive this review of my poetry collection, More Poetic Meanderings.
I was delighted to read from a post made by Robin Lee Ann the other day that Kevin Morris has produced another book of poetry entitled More Poetic Meanderings. As I like Kevin’s work so much, I purchased the book immediately and read it on Kindle. I was not disappointed. Kevin’s poetry is so moving in its simplicity yet within that simplicity is a pprofundity that is rare nowadays. Kevin writes about nature, life and death, and at the end of his book is a section where he has experimented with AI. This is particularly interesting. I found myself taken to another place by Kevin’s poetry and was moved to tears by it. Thankyou Kevin for your wonderful work that speaks straight to the soul.
K Morris - Poet 