Whilst walking through a very dark park
I met with a vampire named Mark.
When I began to pray
He said, “it’s a play!”,
But the werewolves howled in that park …!
Whilst walking through a very dark park
I met with a vampire named Mark.
When I began to pray
He said, “it’s a play!”,
But the werewolves howled in that park …!
I enjoy the sunshine
In early summertime
As I pass by tombs,
Stark and white
In the bright light.
I love the wild rain
And how it sound
Wraps me round
Calming my overheated brain.
Civilisation is an intricate clock.
But all clocks stop.
The dance ends my friend.
Listen to the rain
And watch the sun set.
An interesting short piece on how to write a sonnet How to: Write a Sonnet • Poetry School. I have attended courses at the Poetry School and can recommend them.
I was recently interviewed by Ariadne Sawyer of the World Poetry Reading Series about my recently published poetry collection, “Passing Through: Some Thoughts on Life and Death”, https://www.amazon.com/Passing-Through-Some-thoughts-death-ebook/dp/B0F8TWMZJD
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During my interview, I read a number of the poems from “Passing Through”, and touched on other topics pertaining to my poetry and writing process.
To listen to my interview on Mixcloud please go to World Poetry Cafe June 5 2025 with Kevin Morris by VictorSchwartzman | Mixcloud
. My segment starts approximately 22 minutes into the podcast.
My unbalanced clock
Will still tick tock.
The pendulum swings.
But no Cuckoo sings
And the clock’s
Music has stopped.
I was delighted to receive an email earlier today from a reader who has read my recently published poetry collection, “Passing Through: Some Thoughts on Life and Death”. In order to protect the privacy of my correspondent, I have not included any details which might identify her:
“I hope you are well and recovered from your traumatic period.
I like your poems about it and especially enjoyed these:
Whole Again; very poignant and concise.
Twilight: Lovely ,a brief and enchanted moment, like a haiku.
A Garden in Early Spring: another lovely one. You are very good at describing that time of day becoming night.”
“Passing Through: Some Thoughts on Life and Death” is available in Kindle and paperback from Amazon Passing Through: Some thoughts on life and death eBook : Morris, K : Amazon.co.uk: Kindle Store.
There once was a poet named Moat
Who rode around on a great goat.
When they said, “your verse,
It grows worse and worse!”,
He would smile and blame that goat!
As I walked through Trafalgar Square
I met the ghost of Voltaire.
I said, “are you Candide?”.
He said, “no sir! Indeed!
I am Voltaire! haunting Trafalgar Square!”
I walk amidst these
Windblown
Leaves.
How time has flown.
I shall in beauty drown
And think on these
Fallen leaves,
Which now strew the ground.
(Taken from “Light and Shade” Light and Shade; serious (and not so serious) poems eBook : Morris, K: Amazon.co.uk: Kindle Store).
Girls sell flowers
Which, for a few hours
Make men smile
And forget all their regrets
For a while
In the flower’s sweet scent.
Though some may repent,
Come lonely hours
The pull of flowers
Will often tempt.
And a girl’s rent …