Me reading my poem entitled Birds,
Kevin Morris reading his poem ‘Birds’.
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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
Kevin Morris reading his limerick ‘Claire’.
A recording of me reading my limerick, ‘Claire’.
Kevin Morris reading his limerick ‘Beth’.
Beth by Kevin Morris.
Me reading my poem ‘Park after Rain’.
A recording of yours truly reading my poem ‘Park after Rain’.
Can anyone detect a Liverpool accent?
On Sitting At My Desk Hearing Traffick Pass
Listening to cars passing their engines lost in the distance never to return. Like seconds ticking the traffick moves inexorably onwards. What is the purpose? Why must I die and be forever lost in the emptiness of death?
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.
Autumn Leaves by Charles Dickens
Yesterday evening, lying in bed, browsing Youtube on my Ipad I came across Charles Dicken’s poem, Autumn Leaves on Youtube. I must confess to not having been aware that in addition to his novels, short stories and travel writings Dickens had, in addition written poetry. This one is well worth a listen. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5ESlzcQqEFY
The Cleaner
I sit watching you making my surfaces gleam, my efficient cleaning machine. What do you think as you clean, my hard working cleaning machine? Do you see
a snob? A man to lazy to clean his own flat, with a good job? Do you see me as free, reading with a book upon my knee? Would you like to trade places with
me, To sit in comfort, while I toil with a book upon your knee? Tell me, my equal what do you think of me?
Clare
There was a young lady called Clare who liked to dance on the stair. One day she did slip, and fractured her hip, so now she dances on chairs.
K Morris - Poet 