She about to go to university
To read philosophy.
I mention that I read Plato
Long, long ago.
I wonder, can she possibly know
That old Plato
Has no hold on my mind …
Plato
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Tag Archives: rhyming poetry
Gain
After booze, I have seen girls lose their shoes,
Socks and frocks.
I have lain awake at night listening to clocks.
Time moves on
And man’s youth is gone.
But, like moths to the flame
He returns again and again
To young women who
Play the old game.
But the clock mocks us all.
CROYDON POE-TRY HOUR ANTHOLOGY 2023/2024
I am pleased to announce that 13 of my poems have been included in “CROYDON POE-TRY HOUR ANTHOLOGY 2023/2024”, which is available in paperback and can be found here, CROYDON POE-TRY HOUR ANTHOLOGY 2023/2024.
Book Description:
Poe-TRY Hour is held on the 3rd Saturday of each month in Croydon Central Library (except for April, August and December which are Zoom meetings. Each year we publish an anthology of poems written by members on the various themes selected throughout the year. Themes for 2023/24 include Travel, Patterns, Education, Chaos and the Surreal, Significant Buildings, Time, Eternity and many more.
Delighted to Have Had 5 of My Poems Published in Lothlorien Poetry Journal
I am delighted to have had 5 of my poems published in Lothlorien Poetry Journal. To read my poems please visit https://lothlorienpoetryjournal.blogspot.com/2024/10/five-poems-by-kevin-morris.html
The Desire to Play with Fire
I have often desired
To play with fire
Though I know
The hot coal
Will sear my soul.
I have frequently said
“Come to bed”.
We undressed.
She caressed
And love was dead.
A girl’s youthful arms have their charms.
But by morning’s bright light
How often have men awoken from dream
And seen they grow old.
Friends with Benefits
I know a young lady named Miss Kipps
Who is looking for a friend with benefits.
When I say, “honey,
I have no money”,
That Miss Kipps her sides she almost splits!
Vrevity
When my fun is done
You put your dress on.
We chat for a while.
You make me smile.
And then are gone.
A Myriad Fallen Leaves
There have been countless men
Over the centuries. But when
The poet sees a myriad fallen leaves
He knows these leaves must outnumber men.
And men fall like leaves.
I’m Having a Bit of a Fling
I’m having a bit of a fling
With a girl who calls herself Ling.
My wife Moriah
Fancies the squire,
And the squire he likes to swing!
Happiness
Is not the insect on this tree
Happier than me?
He will live and die
In this wood
As I pass by pondering on love.
He knows naught of sorrow,
Or poets who rhyme of borrowed time
And a tomorrow
That may never come.
He leaves his mark on decaying bark
And knows not why.
While I leave this brief rhyme behind.
K Morris - Poet 