I am pleased to announce that my poem “The Thunder Spoke has been included in the latest episode of Dodo Modern Vidpoets. To read my poem and those of the other poets please follow this link, https://dodovidpoets.blogspot.com/2022/11/virtual-dodo-10.html. “The Thunder Spoke” is the final poem in the series.
On Wednesday 16 November, at 6:30 pm, I will be giving a poetry reading to raise money for the Guide Dogs for the Blind Association, https://www.guidedogs.org.uk/.
My reading will take place at the Railway Bell, 16 Cawnpore Street, Norwood, London, SE19 1PF, https://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=100057124433235.
All are welcome.
If you would like to hear me reading my poetry prior to the 16th of November, you can find me on Tiktok here, https://www.tiktok.com/@kevinmorrispoet
If you have any queries about my reading on the 16th, please email me at kmorrispoet (at) gmail dot com, (the address is rendered thus in order to defeat spammers)!
When a naughty young lady named Kate
Said, “I’ll have you on a plate!”,
I said to Mabel,
“Quick! Clear the table!
Or Kate she’ll break my best plate!”.
Damp leaves in cold park.
Autumn days are growing dark.
The wind whistled
In the churchyard.
Then the rain came again.
When a wicked young lady named Moriah
Threatened to set my beard on fire,
The good barber Dave
Suggested a good shave.
Then he shaved both me and Moriah!
Civilisation totters, like a girl in stilettos.
In palaces and ghettos
It’s the same old game of lust.
We escape the dust
By leaving one of our kind behind.
But, after our lust
Perchance we wonder, “is humanity terminally bust?”.
As I walked home one dark Halloween
I heard a most ear piercing scream.
I said to Miss Black
“We must not look back!”.
But she’d vanished with a piercing scream!
I once attended a famous old school
Which was haunted by a wicked ghoul.
When the headmaster did shout,
“You! ghoul! Please get out!”,
He called him a blithering old fool!
Whilst attending a famous old boarding school
I met with a complaining young ghoul.
He said, “its too warm
In this stuffy old dorm!”.
So I chucked him in the pool!
You poured the remains of hot tea
And asked could you do
Anything else for me.
We spoke of the cost of living.
I drank my hot tea.
My hair is grey.
But, if I where to casually say
That I can be giving …
Best drink my tea
And let her think well of me.
K Morris - Poet 