Take my hand, let us walk along the sand, where the seagulls mournful cry fills the sky. See the beauty of the sky, the wild clouds on high, you and I will die, be as one with sea and sky.
Sea And Sky
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Thoughts on the unatainable
Oh that I might, in the softness of night, steal a kiss from your lips. Oh that my hands might go awandering in your unexplored land. Your mysteries remain hidden, forever forbidden to those such as I, who yearn to walk at your side. Oh to lie in your arms and forget life’s harms. Beauty or duty?I do forget myself.
Me reading Ernest Dowson’s poem ‘They are not long the weeping and the laughter’.
Me reading Ernest Dowson’s poem They are not long the weeping and the laughter
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,
K Morris - Poet 