I know a young man named Monk
Who composes verse whilst extremely drunk,
As a pretty young barmaid
(Who is far from staid)
Entertains both me and Monk!
I Know A Young Man Named Monk
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He Longed for Girls in High-Heels
He longed for girls in high-heels,
With soft,
Perfect skin.
But the devil coughed
And reminded him
That he was growing old
And that he had sold
His soul
For lust
To girls in high-heels
Who love gold,
Which crumbles into dust
A Young Lady Named Ling
A young lady named Ling
Has invited me to swing,
But having looked all around
I can see no fairground,
So know not how to swing!
The Song of the Birds – Guest Post by, Kevin Morris…
My thanks to the story Reading Ape for publishing my guest post on the poetry of birdsong. Ever since I can remember, I have felt a strong affinity with birds and this is, I believe reflected in many of my poems. Kevin
As a child, I spent a good deal of time with my grandfather. He was a lover of birds an I do, I believe derive my affection for our feathered friends from him. I recollect a nesting box attached to the garden shed, and my feeling of excitement when BlueTits where born. I also remember the bird table which attracted a great variety of birds.
Of course birdsong acts as a means of attracting a mate or warning off other birds who might trespass on the teritory of the songster. Nonetheless we humans find in the song of the birds an answering call within our own hearts. Their singing can bring joy to mind, or they may speak to us of sadness. A wonderful instance of the latter, can be found in Robert Frost’s poem “A Late Walk”:
“And when I come to the garden ground,
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A Most Distinguished Aristocratic Old Maid
A most distinguished aristocratic old maid
Thinks it vulgar to engage in trade,
But I happen to know
That her great grandfather Joe,
Made his money by engaging in trade!
There Was A Young Man Named Glass
There was a young man named Glass
Who appeared on a rather remarkable podcast.
There being absolutely no sound
It was very profound,
And the critics all raved about Glass!
Poet Kevin Morris to appear on the Magic Happens Now podcast with Annette Rochelle Aben
I am delighted to announce that I shall be interviewed, by Annette Rochelle Aben for the Tell Me a Story podcast, at 5 pm on Friday 7 June, https://themagichappensnow.com/tell-me-a-story-with-annette-rochelle-aben/.
Once the podcast goes live I shall, of course post a link to it here. My thanks to Annette for her kindness in agreeing to interview me.
Kevin
New photographs on my Instagram
I have uploaded a number of new pictures to my Instagram.
Instagram Poets
Having recently started an Instagram to promote my poetry, I was interested to read this article on Instagram poets, https://mashable.com/article/instagram-poetry-democratise-genre/?europe=true.
According to the article, Instagram has led to a significant growth in the number of young people reading poetry online thereby democratising the world of poetry. While some poets confine themselves to Instagram, others have graduated to bookstores.
Instagram poets are viewed by some literary critics as debasing/commercialising the poetic craft, while other people see the utilisation of Instagram by poets as a means of giving a voice to minorities.
I, personally view Instagram as one means of promoting my poetry. I began by posting on this site (kmorrispoet.com), moved on to ebooks and (later) print, and I’m now on Instagram. Any means of communication can, of course be used to post pap, however Instagram (or any other medium) can also be utilised to promote work of genuine literary merit. To me anything which implants in readers a love of poetry can only be a good thing.
You can find my Instagram here, https://www.instagram.com/kmorrispoet/
When I Said To My Friend Lou
When I said, to my friend Lou,
(Who is fond of the stiletto shoe),
“You are rather witty,
Though not very pretty”,
She threw at me her shoe!
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