At times I dread
My dreaming head.
In the sunlit day
Nightmares hide away.
But, come the night
My terrors delight
In their twisted play.
All my lusts
Stay hidden by day.
But, in dreams
I play with prey.
Yet all lust
And fear of dust
Ends in dream.
When a young man, just for a laugh
Went and used his laptop in the bath,
There came a bang.
All the angels sang,
And he flew all the way to Bath!
When a young lady named Miss Lock
Tied me to a very old clock,
And I said, “is this your fetish?”,
She whacked me with a large lettuce,
As for me, I said, “tick tock!”.
If all man’s fantasies came true
More than a few
Would hear doors clang and bang,
And seeing the stars
Through iron bars
Soon would find
That some fantasies are best confined
Within the confines of their mind.
At 6 am
I awake to rain.
Today I may smile
And perchance recall
There is no artifice
In the rain.
I may compose a rhyme
To your perfect bust.
But, in course of time
We lovers will find
Our bed midst graveyard dust.
There once was a nymph named Echo
Who spent all her days drinking Prosecco.
When they said, “is that nice?”,
She would repeat their words twice,
And then she would drink more Prosecco!
On Monday 12 February, I was interviewed by Ariadne Sawyer of the World Poetry Reading Series. During my interview, I read and discussed my poetry.
You can find a link to the podcast here, https://www.mixcloud.com/VictorSchwartzman/world-poetry-cafe-for-feb-15-2024-kevin-morris-and-tanis-parenteau/
. My segment appears approximately 31 minutes into the podcast and runs for about 11 minutes. In addition, I read a final poem at the end of the show.
My thanks to Ariadne Sawyer of the World Poetry Reading Series for taking the time to interview me.
There once was a vampire named Dawn
Who liked to dance on the lawn.
When they said, “is that good?”,
She would say, “I like blood.
Won’t you join me on this lawn?”.
There was heavy rain
In the churchyard
As I hurried by
Cold old stones.
Later the sun came,
And early flowers
Groped for the spring.
K Morris - Poet 