When my dog friend said to me,
“You are barking up the wrong tree!”,
I said to him, “Mark,
I am unable to bark!
And you can not climb that tree!”
Barking Up the Wrong Tree
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Tag Archives: rhyming poetry
Culture
I am culture.
A vulture
In love with poetry.
A man
Of passing lusts
Who will be free
In dust.
The Importance of Discretion
A young lady of a very ancient profession
Is well known for her tact and discretion.
I’ve seen her in town
With her friend vicar Brown –
They think I possess great tact and discretion …!
A Young Lady of Malta
I know a young lady of Malta
And no-one is able to fault her.
But back at mine
She crosses a line –
But nobody knows that in Malta …!
Poet Kevin Morris Interviewed by the Croydonist
I was delighted to be interviewed by the Croydonist, a website which covers the area in which I live. To read my interview, please follow this link
https://www.croydonist.co.uk/kevin-morris/
I am grateful to Julia of the Croydonist for her kindness in interviewing me.
Kevin Morris Reading from his poetry collection, “More Poetic Meanderings”
Today, I am sharing a link to me reading from my collection, “More Poetic Meanderings”, https://soundcloud.com/kevin-stephen-morris/poet-kevin-morris-reading-from-his-collection-more-poetic-meanderings-part-1.
“More Poetic Meanderings” is also available in Kindle and paperback from Amazon and can be found here https://www.amazon.com/More-Poetic-Meanderings-K-Morris-ebook/dp/B0BZT9G139
Love
I have heard girl’s giggle
As I walked alone
The hard stones
And thought on lover’s wriggles.
Then returned home
To my bed to lie
Where no lover’s sigh
And the emptiness of night
Grips me tight.
But when love dies
Lovers also cry.
Mermaids
There is much on display today
In the sultry city.
I am witty.
We chat of this and that.
She laughs. adjusts the rucksack
On my back.
I think on mermaids
And know I grow old.
Bill the Thief
There once was a thief named Bill
Who dated a young lady called Jill.
He stole her heart
And all her art,
So they locked him in a mill!
The Naughty Nymph
I’ve just met a very naughty nymph
Who winked at me from a plinth.
Her name is Miss Follett
And she has my wallet!
Dear reader! Have you seen that nymph!
K Morris - Poet 