A Poem For Friday

Esther Chilton's avatarEsther Chilton

I would like to welcome back Kevin Morris to my blog this week. I hope you enjoy his poem as much as I did. Here is a little bit about him:

Kevin Morris was born in the city of Liverpool on 6 January 1969.

Having obtained a BA in history and politics and an MA in political
theory from the University College of Swansea, Kevin moved to London
where he now lives and works.

Being visually impaired, Kevin uses screen reading software called Job
Access with Speech or JAWS, which converts text into speech and
braille enabling him to use a Windows laptop.

Barely a Bird I Heard

By

Kevin Morris

Barely a bird I heard.

The wind blew,

And a fallen tree

Spoke to me

In words most true,

Of the progress of humanity.

Kevin has recently published his Further Selected poems, which is
available from Amazon, https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B08XPMGD3F/

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Louise Who Lived in a Hive of Bees

There once was a girl named Louise
Who lived in a hive of bees.
When they said, “do bees sting?”.
She said, “love is my king!
And I fend them off with cheese!”.

Liberty and Equality

Sometimes, my old friend
You seem to contend
That those who are weak
Should hold back the strong.
But let us speak
Of liberty, my friend.
And how, in the end
It dies when the strong
Are constrained in the name
Of that slippery god Equality.

I would not condemn
Imperfect men
To the elusion of equality.
You see
The death of variety
Is inevitable, when good men
Philosophise. And, turning their eyes
Away from reality.
Forget great liberty.
And obsess over equality.

She, Studying At University

She, studying at university.
Sitting on his settee.
The wine eases.
She softly pleases.

A girl’s first time
Caught in a rhyme.
A generous fee
For her company …

There Once Was a Well Known Intellectual

There once was a well known intellectual
Who became famous for wearing one spectacle.
He explored beautiful young women
And the concept of sinning …
Some say he was not that respectable …

Riding with Miss Stride

When a young lady named Stride
Said, “do come for a ride”.
We entered the stable
And Stride, being able,
I soon learned how to ride

Whilst Drunk On All Kinds of Booze

Whilst drunk on all kinds of booze
I borrowed my new girlfriend’s stiletto shoes.
And walked through the town
Wearing nought but her nightgown.
Did you see me on the news?

There Once Was a Nymph Named Fay

There once was a nymph named Fay
Who liked to play in the hay.
The local squire
Had a desire.
But that nymph she refused to play!

I Would Rather Be a Tree

I would rather be a tree
In the midst of the wood.
For in woodland glades
The traffic noise fades,
And the song of the bird
Fills the heart of the wood.
And the poet’s word
Is as nought to the bird.