I find my scalp flaking.
Bits of dead skin escaping.
But they are not me
For I am sweet poetry.
Yet my little sun
Shall one day become
Just dust.
Just Dust
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There is No Light
There is no light
To brighten the night
As I pass
Along the churchyard path
Just gusting wind
Eternal as the rain.
My Hair is Thinning
My hair is thinning.
I drink and think
On sinning with women.
And, as I drink
I ponder on
Where my hair
Has upped and gone!
Heels at Night
Heels at night.
Delight and pain.
Her disdain.
His lust.
All dust.
Their mutual shame.
There Was a Young Lady Named Ball
There was a young lady named Ball
Who hung around the old music hall.
The great bishop Hocking
Found it real shocking
So he disciplined Ball in his hall …!
There Once Was a Poet Named Black
There once was a poet named Black
Who read his poetry in the outback.
When they threw rotten fruit
He played his old flute
And he threw that fruit right back!
Gale Who Yanked a Poor Lion’s Tail
There was a young lady named Gale
Who yanked at a poor lion’s tail.
That young woman was superficial,
But the beast being artificial
This tale doesn’t end badly for Gale!
Poet K Morris’s Podcast of Readings from Leaving and Other Poems
On 9 February, I posted regarding my forthcoming interview on Vancouver Co-op Radio’s the World Poetry Reading Series, https://kmorrispoet.com/2022/02/09/poet-kevin-morris-interviewed-by-ariadne-sawyer-of-vancouver-co-op-radios-the-world-poetry-reading-series/.
In the above post I said that my interview/poetry reading will be broadcast at 9 pm (UK time) on Thursday 10 February which is, of course this evening.
For anyone who is unable to listen at 9 pm I am pleased to let you know that my interview and reading from Leaving and Other Poems is now available on Mixcloud. To listen to me talk about my poetry and read some of my poems please visit this link https://www.mixcloud.com/VictorSchwartzman/world-poetry-cafe-for-feb-10/
My interview takes place approximately 15 minutes into the podcast and lasts for about 10 minutes. In addition I read a final poem at the end of the show.
Please note, you don’t need to have an account with Mixcloud to listen to the podcast. To listen simply click on the play button.
Fay’s Poem
When a young lady named Miss Fay
Composed a poem that was very risqué,
Me and Miss Rose
Took off our clothes –
Now we’re in that poem by Fay!
Miss Flow
I know a young lady named Miss Flow
Who works in a place known as Soho.
She dances on stage
With pretty Miss Page,
But my wife she forbids me to go!
