Tag Archives: Rhyme

A Guest Post and a Book Announcement

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I am grateful to Vivienne Sang for kindly hosting me on her excellent blog, and allowing me to talk about my views on poetry, and my newly released poetry collection, “Light and Shade: Serious (and Not so Serious) Poems“.

To read my guest article on Vivienne’s blog please follow this link, https://aspholessaria.wordpress.com/2020/06/16/guest-post-from-kevin-morris-poet/.

I am delighted to announce that “Light and Shade” is now available in Kindle and paperback from Amazon.

For amazon.com customers please click here https://www.amazon.com/Light-Shade-serious-not-poems-ebook/dp/B08B4X3GVX/ (for the Kindle edition), and here https://www.amazon.com/dp/B08B37VVKV/ (for the paperback).

For amazon.co.uk customers please follow this link https://www.amazon.co.uk/Light-Shade-serious-not-poems-ebook/dp/B08B4X3GVX/ (for the Kindle edition), or click here https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B08B37VVKV/ (for the paperback).

There Once Was A Crusty Old Agnostic

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There once was a crusty old agnostic
Who, being extremely fond of the acrostic,
Penned one at morn
Which left him forlorn,
As it’s reception was really quite caustic!

Lou the Movie Star

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When a young lady whose name is Lou
Said, “I’ve starred in a movie most blue”,
The vicar’s daughter, Miss Hocking
Said, “that’s so very shocking!
And what is the pay for that Lou?”.

Lou the Book Reviewer

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There once was a girl named Lou
Who penned many a critical book review.
When a young man called Cook
Said, “do you read the book?”,
She laughed until her face turned blue!

When I Saw a Young Lady Dancing

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When I saw a young lady dancing
And said, “are you looking for romancing?”.
And I spoke of sin.
She said, “I am lin.
And sir, your luck you are chancing!”

I Walk in the Wood

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I walk in the wood
Wishing to keep away
From the fray.

The birds up above
Have something meaningful to say.
Whilst angry crowds,
(Elsewhere, in street and square)
Shout to loud
And call
For everything to fall.

It is easy to smash
And trash
That which you do not understand.

Macbeth’s idiot walks the land.
And, in his tale of sound and fury
There is no room for a more nuanced story.

Maybe I should
Stay in the wood
And write poetry.

But those who know
And love
Their country
Can not see
It brought low,
By those who do not know.

Darkness

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I wrote the below poem late one evening, which is unusual for me as most of my writing takes place during the day. Perhaps the late hour of it’s composition goes some way to explaining the somewhat (to my mind at least) sinister nature of the poem.