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!
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.
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.
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
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.
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.
I long for rain
To come and drum
On my window panes.
It speaks to me
Of the great sea
From whence I came.
In love or lust
We make the rain.
Our progeny swim in the sea
From whence all came.
I am man, sea and rain,
And the eternal dust
The Path to Eternity
The churchyard floodlight
Momentarily brightens the night.
But the graves stand out white
Both day and night.
The graveyard is opposite my home.
It’s old stones
Have seen my shadow pass
Along that path
Were the moral and immoral
Cease their quarrel
In eternal dust.
On an autumn afternoon
I change my jeans
In a cold bedroom.
My glass has seen scenes
Where girls barely known comb
Their hair, and then depart.
How often have I thought
I ought to make a new start.
Yet soon my glass has reflected back
A girl doing her hair
Before she leaves me
In sheets where strangers meet.
Sometimes my lust is satisfied
But my heart cries
Out for love.
Yet I continue to buy
What can not be bought.
And perhaps ought not.
I was delighted to receive a great review of my collection of poetry, The Churchyard Yew and Other Poems. To read the review please visit https://robbiesinspiration.wordpress.com/2024/10/04/robbies-inspiration-a-duo-of-poetry-book-reviews-the-churchyard-yew-and-pilgrim-poetry-bookreviews/
