Bra lost in bedroom.
Mushroom.
Explodes;
Implodes.
She ( unmoist).
Her choice?
Unmoist
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On The Aisle Of Lesbos
On the aisle of Lesbos its all Greek
To the men who seek
Fun
Sun
And sand.
But the Euro may command
A goddess’s hand,
And cause her to smile
And speak
The tourist’s language for a while.
I Know A Young Lady Called Bess
I know a young lady called Bess
Who wears a little black dress.
She is extremely pretty
And always witty
But her hair’s such a terrible mess!
I know a young lady called Bess
Who stole a little black dress.
A policeman named More
Said “stop in the name of the law!
My love for you I must confess!”.
William Blake finally honoured with a gravestone at his final resting place
She, Being Tired
She, being tired
He allowed her to stay.
No longer desired
For he had had his way
With her.
Was it compassion that did stir
Within?
Twas regret for what
Some call sin,
Though not enough
For him to be done with such stuff.
Passion hot
Does soon cool
And the fool
Is left
Bereft .
His heart full
Of a dull
Sympathy
For a she
Who is he.
Kevin’s poetry to be featured on the World Poetry Reading Series, at 1:10 pm on Thursday 9 August
I am pleased to announce that I shall be appearing on Vancouver Co-op Radio’s The World Poetry Reading Series, http://worldpoetry.ca, at 1:10 pm PST, on Thursday 9 August.
I shall be discussing (and reading from) my forthcoming collection “The Writer’s Pen And Other Poems”.
I am grateful to Ariadne Sawyer of The World Poetry Reading Series for her kind invitation to appear on her show. I hope that you will join me this coming Thursday.
For those of you who are unable to do so, I shall link to the podcast of the show once this becomes available.
Forthcoming Poetry Pamphlet
For some time now, I have been working on a new collection of poems which will, I hope be published in September. The pamphlet, which contains a total of 44 poems, is entitled “The Writer’s Pen and Other poems”. Below is one of the poems which will be included:
“My hair is barely wet
At all
And yet
The rain did fall
As I stood
In yonder wood.
The yammer
Of a hammer
Reached my ear,
While the birds free
Sang to me
As I touched the flowers
That know not hours”.
My pamphlet will be available in print initially and (in the longer term) as an ebook from the Amazon Kindle store.
If you would like to register your interest in obtaining a print copy please send an email to me at newauthor online (at) gmail dot com (the address is given thus to avoid spam). The print version will retail at a cost of £4.50 and signed copies can be obtained at no extra charge.
For details of my previous collection, “My Old Clock I Wind” please visit https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0735JBVBG.
I Know A Young Dominatrix Named Maria
I know a young dominatrix named Maria
Who comes from a placed called Korea.
I don’t like the handcuff
Or other such stuff
But I’m very fond of Maria …
2 Poems About My Guide Dog Trigger
Dog And Ball:
My head full
Of dull
Thought.
Then the ball you caught
And waving your tail
Did derail
My introspection.
How can I suffer dejection
When I recollect your playful snort
And the ball you caught?
—
Early Morning Walk:
My dog snuffles
and scuffles
amongst the leaves.
He is just there
With no care
For what I think
As I drink
In the fresh morning air.
There Was A Young Lady Called Samantha
There was a young lady called Samantha
Who stole my favourite pet panther.
When the panther came back
He claimed to lack
Any knowledge of what happened to Samantha …
There was a young lady called Samantha
Who stole my favourite pet panther.
She rode away on his back
But alas, alack
Samantha now resides in my panther …
There was a young lady called Samantha
Who stole my favourite pet panther.
The creature gave a growl
Which caused her to scowl
And return my favourite pet panther …
K Morris - Poet 
