Me reading Ernest Dowson’s poem They are not long the weeping and the laughter
Tag Archives: poet
Summer Fruit
Fruit hanging within temptation’s reach. Ripe, overflowing with juice, crying out to be picked. Oh how smooth and firm to the touch, dangling provocatively low, Longing to be picked, savoured and enjoyed.
Me reading my poem ‘The High Class Escort’.
Me reading my poem ‘A Suburban Liverpool Street’
Me reading my poem, ‘A Suburban Liverpool Street’.
‘Boxes’ by Kevin Morris
Me reading my poem entitled ‘Boxes’, hope you enjoy!
‘The Pub’.
Me reading my poem, entitled ‘The Pub’. Hope you enjoy!
Kevin Morris reading his poem ‘The Ice Maiden’.
Me reading my poem entitled ‘The Ice Maiden’. I am not telling who the lady in question is!
Kevin Morris reading his poem ‘Birds’.
Me reading my poem entitled Birds,
My Author’s Channel On Youtube
I now have a Youtube channel on which I will place videos of me reading my work. So far there are 3 videos all of me reading my poems but it is my intention to add to my channel over time. For my Youtube channel please visit http://www.youtube.com/user/101drewdog/videos. I hope you enjoy my videos, my books and the material on this blog.
Kevin
An Ode to Trigger
The below humorous poem was penned by one of my former colleagues and relates to the antics of my guide dog Trigger who can be seen in the below photograph:
There was a young guide dog named Trigger,
Who pursued people’s lunches with vigour,
Whether cold food or hot,
He’d go after the lot,
And caused many a smirk and a snigger.
