When I met a beautiful young Goth
Who was suffering from a bad cough,
I felt such bliss
When we two kissed.
But that Goth gave me her cough!
Goth
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Halloween Vampire
I met a vampire on Halloween
Who said, “why don’t you scream!”
I said to Lake,
“Pass me that stake”,
Which caused that vampire to scream!”
Old Log
I have seen this same old log
Over many years
As I passed by with my dogs.
Years have flown.
I have walked alone
When my dogs have died.
Now I pass by
With another one.
Time moves forever on.
All logs decay.
I know one day
Dogs and I
Will not pass by.
But autumn leaves
Are beautiful to me.
Bare
When a young lady known as Claire
Said, “these autumn trees are so bare”.
They said to her, “dear,
Its that time of year.
And do put some clothes on Claire!”
A Young Lady’s Sock
A young lady drunk on Hock
Walked around wearing only 1 sock.
When they said, “you’re nude!,
Which is so very rude!”
She said, “I’m wearing a sock!”
Celebrity
A celebrity who appears on my TV
Is looking for a date with me.
Her name is Miss Spink
And I’ve seen her wink,
And I know that winks for me!
An old branch…
The tree still guards the path.
I passed a fallen branch which once stood and danced in this autumn wood.
We all dance for a time while poets rhyme
A fallen BOUGH and how a tree still stands as I walk by.
Kevin Morris.
A Young Lady’s Hat
When a young lady wearing only a hat
Went and invited me back to her flat,
And I said, “Rose!
Where are your clothes!”,
She said, “You’re silly! They’re at my flat!”
On the Death of a Writer Read by Kevin Morris on Dodo Modern Vidpoets
I am pleased to have had my poem On the Death of a Writer included in the October readings of Dodo Modern Vidpoets, DODO MODERN VIDPOETS 2024/2025: VIRTUAL DODO FOURTEEN – OCTOBER 2025
Also included, are readings by Sophia Argyris, and my friend Nick Alldridge.
My poem On the Death of a Writer can also be found in my most recent collection, Passing Through; Some Thoughts on Life and Death, which is available from Amazon Passing Through: Some thoughts on life and death: Amazon.co.uk: Morris, K: 9798284279151: Books
A Patch of Sunlight
A patch of sunlight on the hall floor.
I close the living room door
And the light is seen no more.
I know the night kills the light
And the ferryman waits to take
Me to the final gate
Where there is no Cerberus
To prevent our escape.
Just what was us
And implacable fate.
K Morris - Poet 