As I walk through the churchyard,
Along this hard
Path,
I laugh
For although
The day Is cold, those below
Do not know
That it is so
As I walk through the churchyard
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The Utopian Waits For A Bright Dawn
The utopian waits for a bright dawn
To break,
While dystopians warn
Of a grey
Morn,
And we awake
To the same old day
There was a young lady named Louise
There was a young lady named Louise
Who swallowed a hive of honey bees.
They stung her real bad
But she wasn’t at all sad
As at least they made her sneeze!
There was a young man named Frank
There was a young man named Frank
Who worked in a very old bank.
He stole lots of money
To give to his honey
And his cell was cold and dank.
The Lady Charlotte
It is said that the magpie
Steals shiny trinkets. I
Am left pondering on why
At a single shot from Cupid’s bow
Some men go
Quite mad and embrace
The silk and lace
Of the lady Charlotte
Who, in her scarlet
Dress
Has led the fool and the sage
(In every age)
To confess.
Ere they return again,
To their pain
And Charlotte’s gain.
Rain
“Rain” was written some 4 years ago and does not currently appear in any of my books. Below is a recording of me reading the poem,
The Coy Nymph
I met a nymph in a wood
Who was both fair
And good.
I said to her
“I wonder could …?”
In a manner most coy
She replied “my dear boy
The weather is hot
And I really should
Not …”.
Poet Kevin Morris reading his poem Night Duty
Here is a Youtube video of me reading my poem “Night Duty” https://newauthoronline.com/2017/01/28/k-morris-reading-his-poem-night-duty-2/.
“Night Duty” appears in “My Old Clock I wind”.
You can listen to a podcast of me discussing “My Old Clock I Wind” on the World Poetry Reading Series here http://moyhill.com/clock/assets/km_interview2-world_poetry_cafe-2017.04.05.mp3.
“My Old Clock I Wind” is available, in paperback and ebook formats from Moyhill http://moyhill.com/clock/. It can also be found in the Amazon Kindle store https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0735JBVBG.
On seeing a happy couple
On seeing a happy couple, I smile
For there is no denial
That love
Is good.
Yet, after a while
I can not help but ponder on
How love is here, then gone.
Each joke
Which now produces laughter
May cause her to choke
On her anger in the end.
Or perhaps she will pretend
And maintain
A fixed smile to hide her disdain.
Coupledom is fun
Until her dress, thrown haphazard on the floor
Loses it’s alure
And his sweaty feet
Forever defeat
Passion’s heat.
There was a young man named Nile
There was a young man named Nile
Who fell in love with a crocodile.
The creature said “come close my dear
And let me whisper in your ear”.
And she smiled a beautiful smile …
K Morris - Poet 