I found 2 young ladies in red
Waiting in my fine old double bed.
They said, “we are Coral
And are both very moral”.
Dear reader, that is what they said …
Bedtime
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Poet Kevin Morris’s Poetry Included in Croydon Poetry Hour Anthology for 2022/2023
I am delighted to announce that a number of my poems have been included in “The Croydon Poetry Hour Anthology”, 2022/2023, https://www.lulu.com/shop/croydon-poets/croydon-poe-try-hour-anthology-20222023/paperback/product-v8r7e94.html?q=croydonpoetry+hour+2022%2F2023&page=1&pageSize=4
Among the poems included are:
“I Scent the Early Summer Air”,
“As I Drink My Red Wine”,,
“How Sweet and Sad Was the Bird”
And “In Early December”.
In Early December
In early December
November’s leaves still adorn
The woodland lawn.
Man’s pattern is made
In light and shade
And the gardener’s rake
Rakes all leaves.
The Bliss of Married Life
When I said to a girl called Lou
“Let us pretend that I’m married to you”.
And she said, you are always out drinking!
And at my girlfriends you are forever winking!”.
I said, “Lou, when did I marry you!”
My November Guest by Robert Frost, Read by Robert Frost
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=m-2AWegHHqc
It being the first of November, I thought that I would post one of my favourite poems, my November Guest by Robert Frost.
Frost was a New England poet. However, given that he spent some time in England and was friends with the English poet Edward Thomas, I think we English can also lay claim to Frost’s wonderful poetry. No brickbats from my American readers for laying claim to Robert Frost please!
You can find My November Guest in Frost’s A Boy’s Will.
I Once Met a Man Named Charles Dickens
I once met a man named Charles Dickens
Who was known for his love of chickens.
When I said, “do you write?”,
He said, “yes throughout the night.
But my writing is all eaten by chickens!”
As I Walked the Streets Very Late
As I walked the streets very late
I met a young lady named Kate
Who said, “there are many women
Who earn their living through sinning!”.
Then she winked at me did Kate …!
I Once Met a Friendly Old Ghost
I once met a friendly old ghost
Who plied me with tea and toast.
When I asked for some jam
He gave me boiled ham.
That ghost was deaf as a post!
Dust
In my bedroom
Your Perfume
Mingles with the dust
Of books.
Your scent lingers
On fingers.
But all I’ve touched
Will be dust.
Graces
I could call
On 2 young graces.
Silks and laces
So easily fall away.
I find charms
In a girl’s arms.
But they go with day
And my love of solitude
May love exclude.
I am glad
For I have
A kind of friend.
But all our graces
Must end
In the hard churchyard
For below
There is no pretend.
There Once Was a Poetical Old Monk
There once was a poetical old monk
Who composed a poem about his skunk.
A pretty young nun
Said, “that was fun”.
And then they spoke of that skunk.
K Morris - Poet 