A naughty young lady named Miss Moore
(Who all the dissolute old rakes adore),
Works in a club
Called the Good Rub .
Where they threw me out the door!
A Naughty Young Lady Named Miss Moore
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Away From My Technology
Away from my technology
I see the reality
In these
Bare trees
And fallen leaves.
The autumn rain
Will fall again.
I Walked Alone
I walked alone
Through the graveyard.
Then, on reaching home
I pondered on lovers
And the dead.
The graveyard plot
Is cold,
Whilst love is hot.
Yet the dead
And lovers
Both have their bed,
Do they not?
Past Time
A rhyme
Captures a moment in time
Of joy or pain,
Which will never come again.
The poet may change
His original rhyme
But past time
He can not change.
Abstract Art
My friend, whose name is Miss Heart
Is well known for her abstract art.
Her cousin Lou
Lost a shoe.
Now it’s part of Miss Heart’s art
Feisty
A young man named Guy
Liked to make women cry.
But pretty Miss Pearl
Being a feisty girl,
Poked Guy in the eye!
“Progress”
I think on those who obsess
Over what they label “progress”.
And, on hearing the wind sing
In the venerable old tree,
I laugh, for all must pass.
How to Publish Your Poetry
Former Foyle Young Poet Phoebe Stuckes has some useful advice on how to publish your poetry, https://ypn.poetrysociety.org.uk/features/how-to-publish-your-poetry-putting-together-the-first-book/.
The main focus of Phoebe’s advice pertains to being published by traditional means, as opposed to self publishing.
In contrast to the above, all of my books have been self published.
Earlier this year I wrote a guest article on how to produce a Selected Poems, which can be found here, https://thestoryreadingapeblog.com/2020/02/11/why-produce-a-selected-poems-guest-post-by-kevin-morris/
Sincerity
When a young lady named Ria
Said, “sir, is your love sincere?”.
I said, “you are pretty
And I am quite witty.
But I’ve never been called sincere!”.
Whilst Walking Through A Very Thick Mist
Whilst walking through a very thick mist
I met with my friend the anthologist.
He said “take a look
At this fine poetry book”.
But I couldn’t see through the mist!
K Morris - Poet 