I
Look at the dark sky
And think on how night
Closes in
Alike
On virtue
And sin
I Look At The Dark Sky
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A Guest Post And A Review Of My Book “Light and Shade”
My thanks to Robbie Cheadle for her kindness in allowing me to talk about my favourite poem, “They Are Not Long”, by Ernest Christopher Dowson, and for reviewing my book, “Light and Shade”. For the post please visit https://kayelynnebooth.wordpress.com/2020/07/25/meet-poet-kevin-morris-and-a-review-of-his-latest-book-light-and-shade-serious-and-not-so-serious-poems/.
Inside
You slip inside.
And in glide
And wet
Forget regret.
There are no ties to bind
Yet,
in the back of your mind
You find
Regret.
A Young Lady of Pleasure
I know a young lady of pleasure
Who says that her name is Heather.
She likes the sunshine
And drinking red wine.
Tell me, is her name really Heather?
My Guest Post On Esther Chilton’s Blog
My thanks to Esther Chilton for her kindness in featuring me on her blog. To read my guest post please follow this link, https://esthernewtonblog.wordpress.com/2020/07/24/guest-blog-post-featuring-kevin-morris/
Miss Witty
When a very attractive young lady named Witty
Said, “some say that I’m more than just pretty”.
I said, “you are nice.
Let us play at dice”.
Then, I played all night with miss Witty.
You May Hold, For A Time
You may hold,
For a time
With gold.
But, later find
That her heart
And mind
Are, forever apart,
From thine.
In May
When a young lady said, “come May
All young lovers they dance and play”.
I said, “my dear,
The Autumn draws near.
And my hair has turned quite grey!”.
Monk And His Skunk
There once was a poet named Monk
Who owned a most disreputable old skunk.
His verse being real bad
It drove the skunk mad.
And Monk he was always half-drunk!
Sleep Paralysis
I drink
My wine
And think
Of sleep paralysis.
Then, walking home alone,
I think,
On the wisdom
Of going to bed.
K Morris - Poet 