Guest Writer Spot

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Wishing you a happy Friday! It’s my Guest Writer Spot time. This week, it’s the turn of Kevin Morris. He’s written a beautiful poem for us to enjoy.

Muddy

By

Kevin Morris

Thoughts muddy
I shall forsake
And take
Refuge in my study,
Among poets who speak
Words that endure beyond a week.

I shall sit listening to birdsong.
The long
Summer days will imperceptibly turn
Into autumn. I shall the world spurn
And yearn
For Keats’ “Nightingale”.

You can find more from Kevin here:

The Selected Poems of K Morris https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B07WW8WXPP/
10 of his poems have been included in the 2020/21 Croydon Poetry Hour
Anthology which can be found here
https://www.lulu.com/en/us/shop/croydon-poets/croydon-poetry-hour-anthology-202021/paperback/product-q777n8.html?page=1&pageSize=4

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I must confess
That I obsess
On autumn leaves.

The trees
Are bare.

My hair
Has turned grey.

I could dye.
But each man’s day
Must end. my friend

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There was a young lady named Karen
Who married an old man called Darren.
But he had an affair
With her best friend Claire,
So she left that rat for Sharon!

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A young lady whose name is Maddie
Being in search of a sweet sugar daddy
Met a man called Ken
(Who, being fond of men),
Sold Maddie a fine old tea caddy!

There Once Was a Young Lady Named Whiting

There once was a young lady named Whiting
Who, being fond of the new and exciting
Dated a vampire called George,
Who on her did gorge.
Which soon put an end to Miss Whiting!

Last Night as I Homeward Went

Last night as I homeward went
I met a girl from Kent.
When I wrote a rhyme
About the concept of time
She wept and returned to Kent!

As I Swam With My Friends the Seals

As I swam with my friends the seals
I met a young lady in stiletto heels
Who said, “to swim
Is surely no sin,
But its not easy when wearing these heels!”.

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There once was a squire called Winning
Who was fond of sinning with women.
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Blew out his brain
Which impaired squire Winning’s sinning with women …!