When ageing men
Hear girl’s feet
On summer streets,
Perchance they glance
At grandfather clocks,
And remember socks,
Long since lost.
When Ageing Men
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Their Invitation to Dine
Their invitation to dine
Was really most kind.
Her scent. His wine.
She is not mine.
The Eternal Breeze
Women and wine
Are sometimes divine.
But the eternal breeze
Shakes leaves from trees
And poets know
All must go
Save the breeze.
My Interview on Vancouver Co-Op Radio’s the World Poetry Reading Series
On Tuesday 10 May, I was interviewed by Ariadne Sawyer of Vancouver Co-op Radio’s The World Poetry Reading series over Zoom. During the interview I talked about and read my poetry.
The show is due to be broadcast at 9 pm (UK time) today (Thursday 12 May). For details of Vancouver Co-op Radio’s The World Poetry Reading Series please follow this link https://coopradio.org/shows/world-poetry-cafe/.
A link to the podcast will be available at a future date. Once available I will post it here.
My thanks to Ariadne of The World Poetry Reading Series for featuring me on her show.
Kevin
I Have Taken Fish
I have taken fish
From ponds where poor vultures
Feed out of sight.
Just for the Record, Poems From a Time of Covid
I am pleased to announce that several of my poems have been included in “Just for the Record, Poems From a Time of Covid”.
Book Description
The Croydon Poetry Hour, was founded some years ago by Debby Grayson as a loose, inclusive network of people who meet regularly for the sheer pleasure of sharing the poems they have written, usually on a theme. During the Corona virus pandemic of 2020 – 2022, we did not set out to write about its impact as a group, but individually we produced poems arising out of our personal experiences, fears and hopes. The poems were written in a variety of styles and are evidence of the creativity that flows from giving poetry a try.
Where to Buy
“Just for the Record, Poems From a Time of Covid” is available for £2.20 from Lulu and can be found here, https://www.lulu.com/en/us/shop/croydon-poets/just-for-the-record/paperback/product-d2w5wq.html?page=1&pageSize=4
She Kissed Me
She,
Drunk
Kissed me.
Although she
Is not my type,
I am no monk
So thought of night
And a young woman who,
Its true
I more than like,
Though she Is not
My type.
But oh what
Bliss to kiss
And lose
Socks and shoes.
Me, I’m no monk,
But she was drunk.
When Tempted to Condemn
When tempted to condemn
Other men,
I recall,
That all men fall.
But, as in every age,
Hypocrisy is all the rage …
Where I
Where I
To shave
You would find
My smooth skin
But what
Of mind
That lies behind
My sometimes grin?
Internet Dating
We haven’t met before
Yet you say you adore
Me, and call me
“Baby”. Well, my dear lady,
Learn this lesson hard,
I aint your baby, lady
And I am not
Falling for your plot
To steal my credit card …!
K Morris - Poet 