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Poet Kevin Morris Interviewed by Ariadne Sawyer of the World Poetry Reading Series for December 12th 2024

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I was delighted to be interviewed by Ariadne Sawyer of the World Poetry Reading Series for her show on December 12th. During the podcast, I read a number of my poems and talk about my poetry and the creative process. For the podcast please visit, https://www.mixcloud.com/VictorSchwartzman/world-poetry-cafe-with-kevin-morris-dec-12-2024/. My segment begins approximately 15 minutes into the show.

Our Own Hell

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I heard school children at play

On a late December day.

Soon I will turn 57.

Will I be nearer to heaven?

Or to hell?

 

 

I’ve  heard mythologists tell

How gods play

With women and men,

And how we have no chance against them.

 

 

On this winter’s day

In late December, I know that our fate

Lies in man’s hands.

 

 

When the jackboots stamp in the concentration camps

Men create living hell

And no gods weep.

 

The Old Tree

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I heard an ugly sawing sound

As an old oak came down.

It was the tree or the wall

That had to fall

So the old oak had to go.

 

Looking out my window

I see another ancient tree

Looking back at me.

It’s greenery gave me shade

During the recent heatwave.

 

This tree was here long before I came

And may well remain

When I am one with wind and rain.

 

 

But all things fall

In the end, however much we pretend it is not so.

This tree will go

And another grow. Well, I hope tis so.

 

Were to Submit Your Poetry

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A helpful list of places to submit your poetry, ranging from poetry magazines and journals through to publishers of pamphlets and books. https://poetryschool.com/theblog/where-to-submit-your-poetry-in-2023-2024/

 

Although this list refers to 2024, the vast majority of the publications will remain relevant in 2025 and beyond.

Alexa Says it Won’t Rain Today

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Alexa says it won’t rain today.

I put my coat on anyway.

Sure enough, it rains again.

Should I maintain

My faith in the reliability

Of modern technology?

No, today I shall pray

To the god of rain

And silently blast

The weather forecast!

 

Gain

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After booze, I have seen girls lose their shoes,

Socks and frocks.

I have lain awake at night listening to clocks.

Time moves on

And man’s youth is gone.

 

 

But, like moths to the flame

He returns again and again

To young women who

Play the old game.

But the clock mocks us all.

CROYDON POE-TRY HOUR ANTHOLOGY 2023/2024

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I am pleased to announce that 13 of my poems have been included in “CROYDON POE-TRY HOUR ANTHOLOGY 2023/2024”, which is available in paperback and can be found here, CROYDON POE-TRY HOUR ANTHOLOGY 2023/2024.   

 

Book Description:

 

Poe-TRY Hour is held on the 3rd Saturday of each month in Croydon Central Library (except for April, August and December which are Zoom meetings. Each year we publish an anthology of poems written by members on the various themes selected throughout the year. Themes for 2023/24 include Travel, Patterns, Education, Chaos and the Surreal, Significant Buildings, Time, Eternity and many more.

 

 

Delighted to Have Had 5 of My Poems Published in Lothlorien Poetry Journal

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I am delighted to have had 5 of my poems published in Lothlorien Poetry Journal. To read my poems please visit https://lothlorienpoetryjournal.blogspot.com/2024/10/five-poems-by-kevin-morris.html

The Desire to Play with Fire

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I have often desired

To play with fire

Though I know

The hot coal

Will sear my soul.

 

I have frequently said

“Come to bed”.

We undressed.

She caressed

And love was dead.

 

A girl’s youthful arms have their charms.

But by morning’s bright light

How often have men awoken from dream

And seen they grow old.

Happiness

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Is not the insect on this tree

Happier than me?

He will live and die

In this wood

As I pass by pondering on love.

 

 

He knows naught of sorrow,

Or  poets who rhyme of borrowed time

And a tomorrow

That may never come.

 

 

He leaves his mark on decaying bark

And knows not why.

While I leave this brief rhyme behind.