I have gone with desire
And jumped into the fire
And have found
A truth profound:
That all flesh tires
And hands that fumble
Must crumble
Into dust.
Fumbling Hands
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Poetry Reading at the Upper Norwood Library Hub at 7 pm on Wednesday 30 March 2022
I am pleased to announce that I shall be reading my poetry at the Upper Norwood Library Hub on Wednesday 30 March at 7 pm. For details of the venue please visit this link https://www.uppernorwoodlibraryhub.org/.
I will read from my recently published collection Leaving and Other Poems https://www.amazon.co.uk/Leaving-other-poems-Kevin-Morris-ebook/dp/B09R8NG6WQ.
I hope to record the event and link to the video here.
If you have queries regarding the event please email kmorris poet (at) gmail . com, or leave a comment here.
I hope to see some of you on 30 March.
Kevin
New Newsletter and TikTok Uploads
I have updated my TikTok page with a number of new videos:
I have also posted my monthly newsletter: https://mailchi.mp/e3bc704eb57c/march-author-newsletter
I Saw a Young Lady in Red
I saw a young lady in red
Standing in my room on her head.
I said to her, “Bess,
I do like your dress,
But why is it covering your head!”
There Once Was a Horsewoman Named Steed
There once was a horsewoman named Steed
Who, on developing a very great need,
Said to a gentleman named Stride,
“Do you fancy a quick ride?”,
Which fulfilled that great need of Steed!
Waning
In youth we burn the candle
At both ends and pretend
That waning candlelight can somehow fight
The oncoming night. Then in age
Our wracking cough
Says all lights
Will go off
The Price of Vice
When a young lady named Price
Said, “do you 2 like vice?”
Me and Miss Leigh
Said, “we like 3!
But we can’t afford your price!”
Miss Price Who Skated on Thin Ice
There once was a lady named Price
Who liked to skate on thin ice.
A person named Dan
Being a wicked man,
Skated with Miss Price on that ice …!
A Young Lady Who is Never Nervous
A young lady who is never nervous
Is famous for giving a great service.
After a very quick drink
She said, with a wink,
“I’ll give that old banger a service!”
Reading Poetry in Bed
Reading poetry in bed
My youthful ideals fed.
A half-desire
For Kipling’s empire.
But sometimes I read
His Recessional in bed.
K Morris - Poet 