On my way home
I passed by street lights
On a winter’s night
And thought of glorious Rome
As their temporary sparks
Held back the dark.
Temporary
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When a Young Lady Who Works in Vice
When a young lady who works in vice
Went and slipped on some treacherous black ice,
And a vicar called Paul
Said, “I’ve seen many fall!”,
She said, “help me up off this ice!”.
Shocking
I know a young lady named Hocking
Whose life is blameless not shocking.
Her friend Miss Coral
Is so very moral
And this poem is boring not shocking!
Now I Am Tired
Now I am tired
And think on love and lust.
All that is desired
Must end in naught but dust.
Where to Submit Your Poetry
A useful updated list compiled by the Poetry School on where to submit your poetry, https://poetryschool.com/articles/where-to-submit-your-poetry/
Good luck with your submissions!
Poet Kevin Morris Interviewed By Ariadne Sawyer of the World Poetry Reading Series
I was delighted to be invited by Ariadne Sawyer of the World Poetry Reading Series to appear on the show for Thursday 9 January. During my interview, I read a number of my poems, talked about what inspires me to compose poetry and read a number of my poems.
For a podcast of the show please visit https://www.mixcloud.com/VictorSchwartzman/world-poetry-cafe-jan-9-2025-with-kevin-morris/. My segment begins approximately 22 minutes into the show.
The Hungry Ghost
They say there’s a very hungry ghost
Who goes around eating all the toast.
A girl called Coral
Says that he’s immoral.
But I’ve seen her eat the toast!
Forgetful Miss Fox
A most forgetful young lady named Fox
Has a habit of losing her socks.
The good vicar Ron
Has more than one
And the bishop he wears her frocks!
Birthday Snow
Today, on my birthday
I passed by a fallen tree
Being cleared away.
On my first birthday
The snow came.
I wonder, will it fall again
On the day
That I go away
Mating Season
I heard foxes in the night
There screams of delight
Mingled with wild wind and rain
As I lay alone
Listening for the owl’s lonely cry.
K Morris - Poet 