My guest post on Secret Diary of Porter Girl

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My thanks to Lucy Brazier for hosting me on her excellent blog. To read my guest post please follow this link, https://portergirl.com/2018/08/23/kevin-morris-the-writers-pen-other-poems/

Tuesday Morning Humour

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There was a young lady called Hall
Who invited me to a ball,
But when I got there
She said, with a glare
“I didn’t invite you at all!”.

There was a young lady called Hall
Who invited me to a ball,
But when I got there
She said, with a glare
“This invitation I fail to recall!”.

There was a young lady from France
Who requested me to dance.
Her best friend Lou
Said “me too”
Which led to a little romance …!

There was a young lady from France
Who invited me to dance.
As we waltzed on the dance floor
Her husband, General More
Brandished a very sharp lance!

RAPE.*Trigger warning.

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It was dark inside the church. Dark as the hell inside her. It was a few years since “the THING” had happened to her. Mostly now, it was way back in her mind. But the darkness still remained.

She had gone to light candles. To pierce the darkness. Hers and her friend’s. Her friend had been attacked by her own dog, and now she was being monitored for rabies. She had spent the last two days on the phone with her friend, listening, trying to calm her. But all that there was to do now was light candles.

Kathy entered the church – a place which had become her home since “the THING” had happened. Well, she said it was her home, but in reality nowhere felt safe any more. “Hold Thou Thy Cross before my closing eyes” he had sung as he did “the THING”to her. Who could ever…

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There Was A Young Lady Called Lou

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There was a young lady called Lou
Who owned one single shoe.
She would hop along,
Singing a song,
That excentric young lady called Lou!

There was a young lady called Lou
(Or perhaps her name it was Sue).
She worked as a spy
And I’m told she did die
But I really don’t know if that’s true!

Guest author: Kevin Morris ~ Wild Flowers

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My thanks to Sue Vincent for hosting me on her blog.

Sue Vincent's avatarSue Vincent's Daily Echo

“I perceive

The flowers as I

Pass by.

Should I

Grieve

That they will die?

I paused and smelt

And felt

Their slim stems that I

Could so easily break.

I chose not to take

And did the blooms forsake,

For I

Know that they shall die”.

 The Writer's Pen and Other Poems by [Morris, K.]

“Wild Flowers” can be found in “The Writer’s Pen and Other Poems”, a collection of 44 poems encompassing the passing of the years, nature, man’s place in the world and politics. The book is now available in the Amazon Kindle store for preorder
via Amazon USA) and Amazon UK .

Read Audrey Driscoll’s review of the book on her website.

Kevin Morris and his guide dog, Trigger.

About the author

I was born in Liverpool (UK) on 6 January 1969.

I lost the majority of my eyesight at 18-months-old due to a blood clot.I am a braille user and have happy…

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Cat

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You padded around
Without a sound,
In that natural, unnatural way.

The curtains where closed
For, without any clothes
My neighbours would have something to say,
As you padded around,
Without any sound
In that natural, unnatural way.

Loyal as a black
Cat, would you come back
Where there cream today,
And pad around
Without a sound
In that natural, unnatural way?

There Was A Young Lady Named Kate

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There was a young lady named Kate
Who invited me out on a date.
Her best friend Bess
Lost her dress
And kate, she just couldn’t wait!

There was a young lady named Kate
Who invited me out on a date.
When her best friend Bess
Lost her little black dress
Kate, she cancelled our date!