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Poet K Morris to be featured on Vancouver Co-Op Radio’s The World Poetry Reading Series, at 1:10 pm pst, on Thursday 16 May 2019

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I am delighted to announce that I shall be featured on Vancouver Co-Op Radio’s The World Poetry Reading Series, at 1:10 pm pst, on Thursday 16 May 2019. During the broadcast I shall talk about (and read) my poems.

You can find my previous interview on The World Poetry Reading Series here, http://worldpoetry.ca/?p=13500, during which I read from my collection of poems, “The Writer’s Pen and Other Poems”, which is available here https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B07GD1LBMV/
(for the UK) and here: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07GD1LBMV/ (for amazon.com customers).

My thanks to Ariadne Sawyer of The World Poetry Reading Series for agreeing to feature me.

Kevin

You Gave To Me

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You gave to me
Fallen blossom from a tree.
Now I think of thee
When I see
That fading blossom from a tree.

You gave to me
A blanket to keep the cold away
As we
Sat in the garden yesterday.

The thought of Thee
Will stay
With me,
Those precious hours,
Those flowers
That blanket,
And you, with me.

When A Young Lady By The Name of Lou

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When a young lady by the name of Lou
Asked, “do you love me true?”,
I said, “by the bright stars above
Its you who I love,
But the pub it closes at 2!.

When A Young Lady Whose Name Is Joan

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When a young lady whose name is Joan
Said, “please, just leave me alone!”,
I replied with a sigh,
“I am a tolerant guy,
But please, stop calling me on your phone!”.

Six New Poems by Poet K Morris on Soundcloud

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I have uploaded six new poems to Soundcloud, all of which can be found below:

History’s Path

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I laugh
When they say
That you can discern
History’s path.
Each twist and turn
Of the track
Leads us back
To looking-glass
House where, be it early or late
The fire still burns, in the same old grate
And the king and queen seldom, if ever learn.

The Devil Is Grinning

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The devil is grinning
At man’s obsession
With women.
A confession,
I have been there
And looped the loop to please
A Claire
Or Flair.

The devil is grinning
When certain kind of women
On man’s weakness seize
And draw him in
To sin,
Or simply tease
By hinting that the prize may be won.

In search of fun
Men after women run,
Or desirous of the prize
Of that look
In a girl’s eyes
That says “you are mine
Until the end of time”,
Although this may be mistook
For “you are mine
For the night
But, come the morning light …”.

The devil is grinning
At man’s obsession with women.
The biological drive
Causes us to strive
For that lustful look in a girl’s eyes …
Although it is perfectly true
That there is love too.

Sunday Evening Humour

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When a poet whose name is Lou
Said, “the time it has just gone 2”,
I said, “you have the wrong time,
But at least we can rhyme”,
And then she threw her shoe!

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When a young lady whose name was Kate
Remarked, “you really do prate!”,
I said, “my pet alligator
Has eaten many a waiter,
But he has never eaten a Kate!”.

Skid Row

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When, before 9 am
I hear the clink
Of bottles, I think
On the fine line
Between those who,
Like me
Drink coffee
Or Tea.
And enjoy a pint or 2
(In the afternoon or evening),
And men
Who, before 9 am
Bottles chink
On the quiet street
That does go
Down to Skid Row.