As day follows day
Inexarably the century ebbs away.
It has already reached seventeen.
Things not yet seen
Glimmer in a dream
Or a nightmare
Where
The mad Hatter and March Hare
Offer to answer Alice’s every prayer.
On the edge of wonderland
We stand.
But beware
The Hatter and the Hare
Who sit at a table
Offering tea which they are unable
To supply,
For this thing called progress is a wapping lie.
There was a young man called Blair
Who went hunting for a bear.
In forest green
That beast unseen
Made a lunch of Blair
While drinking in my favourite local pub, The Railway Bell (http://www.rampubcompany.co.uk/visit-pubs/railway-bell), I left my rucksack, which contained a copy of my book ‘Lost in the Labyrinth of my mind’ (https://www.amazon.co.uk/Lost-labyrinth-my-mind-Morris-ebook/dp/B01AF5EPVY) on the floor. My guide dog Trigger made himself comfortable on both book and rucksack, creasing ‘Lost’s pages, which led to the composition of this poem.
The poem can be found in Refractions: https://www.amazon.co.uk/Refractions-K-MORRIS-ebook/dp/B01L5UC2H2/ref=sr_1_1?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1488112246&sr=1-1&keywords=refractions+k+morris
Poet Kevin Morris reading his poem ‘Dog’.
Author Kevin Morris reading his poem ‘Count Dracula went out to dine’.
There was a young lady called Lin
Who committed a terrible sin.
I promised not to reveal,
So will the truth conceal,
But it happened in a place called Berlin
I am pleased to announce that several of my poems are scheduled to be broadcast on Croydon Radio’s Saturday Show, which is presented by Tom Cannon, and airs between 4-6 pm on Saturday 25 February. For further details on the Saturday Show please visit HERE.
For a my previous interview, in which I discussed my collection of poetry, “Lost in the Labyrinth of My Mind” with Tom, please visit HERE.
I can hear the wind laughing outside
At our human pride.
The tide
Of time moves on
And we are gone,
With the wind
That will rescind
All
These scribbles on the wall.
Venus’s star
Will shine bright
Tonight
On flowers in a jar.
Lovers will raise
A glass in praise
Of the goddess most fair
And stare
In rapture
At the blooms which so exquisitely capture
The essence of Valentine’s day,
For they
being artificial, can not fade away
There was a young lady called Tash
Who being strapped for cash,
Drove a Sherman tank,
Through the wall of a bank.
You should have heard that terrible crash!
K Morris - Poet 