Tag Archives: poetry

Shall I Forsake Kipling And Blake

Shall I forsake
Kipling and Blake
For a dull technocracy
Where man is no longer free?

Modernity calls.
Tradition falls
Away.
We are all the same today.

But I, like some stubborn goat
Shall build a moat
Against it all
And think on ancient hall
And a simpler time
When to rhyme
Or to speak out of turn was no crime.

One must not say such and such
For it is all too much
For youth
(And some aged too)
Who refuse to
Discuss what they believe to be true
For they hate
Debate
Which made England great.

The Man Of The World’s Visitors

Most say
“I shall give it up one day.
But I have bills to pay
And its an easy way
To earn cash.
I am not rash
(Like some of the others you may know).
So let us go
To your room
Where I shall for a while
Dispell your gloom
With my painted smile”.

The New Year

It is my belief
That a man
Can turn over a new leaf.
But it is easier (at any time
Of year)
To rhyme
Than it is to adhere
To resolutions made in wine and beer.

A happy new year to you all
And, if you should fall
Perchance my words you may recall.

Putting aside poetry, in all sincerity, I wish you all the very best for 2018.
Kevin

There Are No Pockets In A Shroud

There are no pockets in a shroud.
The proud
And the humble
All must tumble
Into the grave.
But you should save
One solitary coin
To enjoin
The ferryman to take you on
Your final journey.

Stable Doors

The wind does moan
Outside, as my thoughts fly
in circles well known to me.
I lie
Alone,
Unable to close eye
And return to a land
Where I have no command
Over foot or hand.

The morning light filters through curtain.
I am uncertain
Of my inner spring
And no not what today will bring
Other than the endless debate
Over whether I should close the stable gate.
I ought to have said “whoa!”
Long ago
But lacked the will to do so.

A Review Of My Collection Of Poetry, “My Old Clock I Wind”

On checking Goodreads today, I was delighted to come across the below review of my collection of poetry, “My Old Clock I Wind”:

“A wonderful collection of poems by the talented Kevin Morris all of which have the underlying theme of life and time passing.

Three of my favourite poems from this collection are as follows:

Hatters and hares – a very clever poem based on Alice’s experience of having tea with the March Hare and the Mad Hatter in the classic story Alice in Wonderland.
The poem makes the point that everything in our technology based word is not as it seems and that the progress we think we see is deceptive;
What is a double bed? – this extraordinary poem also makes the point that life is temporary and illustrates how we need to grasp it and make the most of
life’s moments before we pass on; and
Count Dracula Went Out to Dine – this poem appealed to my dark sense of humour and I found the depiction of Count Dracula out for a meal and his interaction
with the staff in the restaurant very interesting and amusing.

If you like intriguing and well written poetry, then this is the book for you”.

For the above review please go to https://www.goodreads.com/review/show/2219087573?book_show_action=true&from_review_page=1. My thanks to the reviewer, Robbie Cheadle for taking the time to read and review my book.

My Old Clock I Wind” is available in the Amazon Kindle store:
Amazon UK – https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B0735JBVBG
Amazon.com – https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0735JBVBG.
You can also find “My Old Clock”, in audio format at Audible.
It is also available (print and ebook) from Moyhill Publishing http://moyhill.com/clock/

An Elderly Libertine Named Fred

An elderly libertine named Fred
Lay upon his deathbed.
His young mistress walked by
And said, with a tear in her eye
“Won’t you sin, one more time, ere your dead?”

An elderly libertine named Fred
Lay upon his deathbed.
When his young mistress walked in
He said, with a grin
“I shall sin,
One more time, ere I’m dead!