While gazing in the glass
She heard a mocking laugh.
On looking behind
She did find
Narcissus lounging on the bed.
“What, you here? again!” she said
Narcissus
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Baubles and Toys
Soon baubles and toys
Will intrude, while the day’s noise
Will wrap me in petty care
Yet, on awakening there
Where
The birds, as they always are
Drowning out lorry and car.
Shall I pen a verse
Sufficiently terse
To appear on Twitter?
And would I be bitter
Should my Twit
Fail to fit?
There Was A Young Man Called Carr
There was a young man called Carr
Who sported a duelling scar.
He received it from a girl
(her name was Pearl).
It was a very rough bar!
Socks
She mocks
In socks,
With her unblemished skin,
And barely lukewarm sin
Loaded Gun
He had such charm
As with a smile he said,
“There is no harm,
Come to bed”.
They had their fun,
As the sun
Glowed traffick light red,
But there was “no harm”, she said
There Was An Elderly Author Called Dave
There was an elderly author called Dave
Who did not his money save.
He sold the odd book
But his pennies where took
By the publican who was a bit of a knave!
A podcast of poet Kevin Morris’s interview, on Vancouver Co-op Radio’s The World Poetry Reading Series, on 4 May, is now available
Yesterday evening (Thursday 4 May), I was privileged to appear on Vancouver Co-op Radio’s The World Poetry Reading Series, to talk about my forthcoming collection of poetry, “My Old Clock I Wind And Other Poems”.
The programme also includes me reading from “My Old Clock I Wind”.
My thanks to Ariadne Sawyer and all at Vancouver Co-op Radio for making this interview possible.
To listen to the programme please visit, http://worldpoetry.ca/?p=11765.
“My Old Clock I Wind And Other Poems” will be published by Moyhill Publishing, in May/June 2017.
Verbosity
I have always been of the view,
That one should never write an essay,
When a sentence will do!
Lost Pearls
Whispering girls,
Their pearls
Long since lost,
Consort with fools
Who know not the cost
Of precious jewels,
While those who know,
Sigh and say “it was always so”.
K Morris - Poet 