I met a young man of Harrow
Wheeling his wife in a wheelbarrow.
When I said, “you are cruel!”,
He called me a stupid old fool,
And threw at me a marrow!
I Met A Young Man of Harrow
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Words On A January Day
There is something about the song
Of birds, on a cold, January day,
That makes me wish to stay,
Out in this wood,
Where
The air
Is good.
There song
Is long
As joy, or grief.
Although, we know
That joy is, too often brief.
The smile
Oft flits across the face, then is gone
While
Grief
Lives on
In the hearts of men
Who, when
They hear the birds
Pour out words,
To our feathered friends,
Who comprehend
Not our ends).
My dog revels in the sscents of grass,
Whilst I
Look up to the sky
And think “all this will pass”,
(A thought that he can not grasp).
Yet he, and the birds that fly,
Are happier than I.
I Met A Young Lady in Victoria
I met a young lady in Victoria
Whose name was Louise or Gloria.
We went to a hotel,
That I know quite well.
‘Its in Clapham, or maybe Victoria!
I Met A Pretty Young Maid
I met a pretty young maid
Who said, “I’m far from staid!”.
I said, “my violin,
It speaks of sin,
And many a time I’ve played!”.
My Dog, Who I’ve Named Hegel
My dog, who I’ve named Hegel
Is extremely fond of a bagel.
Whilst my neighbour’s cat, called Marx,
Spends his days chasing fiery sparks,
And discussing dialectical materialism with Hegel!
Looking back at 2019, and a happy new year to you all!
Looking back at 2019, I was delighted and honoured to appear on Vancouver Co-Op Radio’s The World Poetry Reading Series, to discuss (and read from) my “Selected Poems”. You can find a link to my interview here, https://worldpoetry.ca/?p=14784. and my “Selected Poems” is available here https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B07WW8WXPP/ (for the UK), and here https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07WW8WXPP/ (for amazon.com customers).
I was surprised and honoured when, in October, I received a Certificate of Honour, Appreciation and Gratitude from the World Poetry Reading Series, https://kmorrispoet.com/2019/10/24/world-poetry-international-canada-certificate-of-honour-appreciation-and-gratitude-awarded-to-poet-kevin-morris/.
Earlier in 2019, I launched my Instagram, which can be found here, https://www.instagram.com/kmorrispoet/.
May I close by wishing all of my readers a very happy new year. If your 2019 has not been a good one, I do hope that the new year turns out to be much better for you.
Kevin
The Mist
Its a misty day.
Shake my fist,
Though I may,
I can not chase
The mist
Away.
I have kissed,
And forgot the mist
In love and wine,
For a time.
But, on this foggy day,
I know
That, shake my fist
Though I may,
That I shall go
Into the mist,
One misty day.
Magpies Chatter In A Winter Sky
Magpies chatter in a winter sky,
And as I
Traverse this woodland track
I look back
And think on the half-lie
We call progress.
The thoughtful squire,
Sitting by his study fire,
Or on hearing the magpies
chatter,
May have had the same thought as I;
That dreams of utopia,
Shatter,
And turn to distopia
Of the Marxist, or laissez-faire kind.
I would rather the country squire
And the open log fire
Than a society
Where variety
Is spurned, in favour of uniformity.
Or a world where value is defined
By the bottom line,
And nothing is divine.
When A Poem Is Done
I sit in this winter sun
And think how, when a poem is done,
And out there, for the world to see,
That it can not be
Undone by me.
But, perhaps, my readers will never see.
A Young Lady Named White
A young lady named White
Advertises on a certain website,
Offering cream cakes and tea
With a girl called Leigh,
And I’m going round tonight!
K Morris - Poet 