The sunlight falls
On Whitehall’s walls.
Some regret the sunset.
But all fires die.
And I delight
In morning light
And Kipling who foresaw
Empire might not endure
Sunlight
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Conscious of the Breeze
I am conscious of the breeze
In the trees
As the vehicles pass me by.
Back at my flat
I go to my open window
And hear the eternal breeze
Passing through the trees.
Barking Up the Wrong Tree
When my dog friend said to me,
“You are barking up the wrong tree!”,
I said to him, “Mark,
I am unable to bark!
And you can not climb that tree!”
Culture
I am culture.
A vulture
In love with poetry.
A man
Of passing lusts
Who will be free
In dust.
The Importance of Discretion
A young lady of a very ancient profession
Is well known for her tact and discretion.
I’ve seen her in town
With her friend vicar Brown –
They think I possess great tact and discretion …!
A Young Lady of Malta
I know a young lady of Malta
And no-one is able to fault her.
But back at mine
She crosses a line –
But nobody knows that in Malta …!
Poet Kevin Morris Interviewed by the Croydonist
I was delighted to be interviewed by the Croydonist, a website which covers the area in which I live. To read my interview, please follow this link
https://www.croydonist.co.uk/kevin-morris/
I am grateful to Julia of the Croydonist for her kindness in interviewing me.
Kevin Morris Reading from his poetry collection, “More Poetic Meanderings”
Today, I am sharing a link to me reading from my collection, “More Poetic Meanderings”, https://soundcloud.com/kevin-stephen-morris/poet-kevin-morris-reading-from-his-collection-more-poetic-meanderings-part-1.
“More Poetic Meanderings” is also available in Kindle and paperback from Amazon and can be found here https://www.amazon.com/More-Poetic-Meanderings-K-Morris-ebook/dp/B0BZT9G139
Love
I have heard girl’s giggle
As I walked alone
The hard stones
And thought on lover’s wriggles.
Then returned home
To my bed to lie
Where no lover’s sigh
And the emptiness of night
Grips me tight.
But when love dies
Lovers also cry.
Mermaids
There is much on display today
In the sultry city.
I am witty.
We chat of this and that.
She laughs. adjusts the rucksack
On my back.
I think on mermaids
And know I grow old.
K Morris - Poet 