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Poetry Reading to Raise Money for Guide Dogs

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)!

There is Deep Mud

There is deep mud

In the park again.

As I wade through flood

I sigh

And cudgel my poor brain

To explain

Why we poets romanticise

This thing called rain!

 

When a Naughty Young Lady Named Kate

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!”.

An Autumn Day (1 November 2022)

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

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

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

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!

My Famous Old School

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

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!

 

The Remains of Hot Tea

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.