Walking through the churchyard,
In the autumn dark
I missed your cry.
But you wait, somewhere
For those who dare,
(And those who dare not)
Think on the graveyard plot.
Walking Through the Churchyard, in the Autumn Dark
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When a Young Lady Drinking Strong Booze
When a young lady drinking strong booze
Lost more than her stockings and shoes,
Priggish Miss Coral
Called her immoral.
And I returned those stockings and shoes …
Poet Kevin Morris Reading His Poem Blackbird on Youtube
Yesterday, I recorded my poem Blackbird on youtube,
The poem came to me as I sat in my mum’s kitchen/dining area in Liverpool. The big clock on the wall ticked away the seconds whilst, in the garden I could hear the song of a blackbird.
Poet Kevin Morris Reading His Poem Leaving On Youtube
Earlier today, I recorded my poem Leaving on Youtube. To watch and listen to me reading Leaving please see below:
Grub
When an elderly gentleman named Grub
Went and died in a gastropub,
A chef called Miss Lou
Put him in a stew
And served him up as grub!
When An Adventurous Young Lady Wearing Heels
When an adventurous young lady wearing heels
Jumped in to swim with the seals
They said to her, “Lin,
To swim is no sin,
But why are you wearing those heels!”.
Why Do I Hate the Fly?
Why do I
Hate the fly?
Tis that he
Remindeth me
Of my
Own mortality.
Poet Kevin Morris’s Poem Leaving Included in September 2021’s Virtual Dodo
I am pleased to announce that my poem Leaving has been included in September’s Dodo Modern Vidpoets.
My poem is the next to last poem. To read my poem and those of the other contributors please follow this link https://dodovidpoets.blogspot.com/2021/09/virtual-dodo-7-september-2021.html.
Making Music
A young lady of ill repute
Is fond of playing the flute.
Her friend Lin
Plays my violin.
And me? I play the lute!
In Honour of the Season
In honour of the season, I have reproduced below my poem, Autumn, which can be found in my collection Light and Shade https://www.amazon.co.uk/Light-Shade-serious-not-poems-ebook/dp/B08B4X3GVX. Autumn is an acrostic. You can find out about acrostics here https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Acrostic.
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August has long since ceased to be.
Upon the forest floor,
The oak and chestnut has shed its store,
Unceremoniously, of conker and acorn.
Mulch for the lawn,
Now leaves feed the ground.
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