Tag Archives: upper norwood poetry

Seizure

An electrical impulse in my brain gone awry.

A jumble of incoherent words heard by friends.

Will I die?

My speech comes back.

A memory gap.

But not a stroke.

 

In the hospital it comes on again

With no pain.

The words are clear. I feel no fear

Just frustration that people can not hear

What I want to say.

 

How long will I stay

A cyborg on a hospital ward

Tangled in wires?

These fires in my brain

Will they return again?

 

Discharged with a diagnosis of seizure

With more pills to add to my store.

Will the electricity in my brain

Misfire again and seizure end in …

 

Strong Beer

When a young lady drinking very strong beer

Said, “my name it is really Miss Ria”.

A drunk little monk

Said, “I’m a hunk!”.

And they married in a brewery quite near!

Poet Kevin Morris Reading his Poem Autumn Fly

In honour of the passing Autumn, I am reposting a reading of my poem Autumn Fly

https://soundcloud.com/kevin-stephen-morris/autumn-fly

 

2 of My Poems Included on the World Poetry Reading Series for Thursday 25 July

I was pleased to have had 2 of my poems from The Churchyard Yew and Other Poems included in the World Poetry Reading Series for Thursday 25 July. (The podcast is available prior to the show being broadcast on Thursday 25 July at 9 pm (UK time).

 

The poems in question: “Aeolus” and “A Walk in the Rain” appear approximately 45 minutes in to the podcast which can be found here https://www.mixcloud.com/VictorSchwartzman/world-poetry-cafe-for-july-25-2024-victor-and-old-poets/.

 

The Churchyard Yew is available on Amazon in Kindle and paperback and can be found here, The Churchyard Yew and Other Poems eBook : Morris, K: Amazon.co.uk: Kindle Store

The Rake or the Devil

When a wicked old rake known as Toft

Said, “your skin looks so pretty and soft!”,

A young lady named Harden

Said, “I beg your pardon,

Was that you or the devil who coughed!”.

A Young Lady Who is Extremely Clean

A young lady who is extremely clean

Likes to wash in a washing machine.

She dries in a dryer

With a girl named Moriah

And they wash in my washing machine!

As I Drink My Hot Curry Soup

As I drink my hot curry soup

Melancholy love songs loop.

The same thoughts go round and round

Of waitresses who have come and gone.

 

 

Sometimes my thoughts are profound.

At other times I tempt with rhymes

A waitress who likes poetry.

But I have found

My verse can not undress a waitress

For my brief rhyme

Is out of time

And I am growing old.

 

 

So I drink my hot curry soup

As the music loops around.

And then go home alone.

Podcast of my interview on Croydon Radio

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On Saturday 9 April, I was privileged to appear on Croydon Radio to talk about my latest collection of poetry “Lost in the Labyrinth of My Mind”, (http://moyhill.com/lost/).

I would like to thank Tom Cannon of Croydon Radio for giving me the opportunity to talk about (and read) some of my poetry.

You can find a podcast of the show HERE

My interview begins at approximately 17:15 (about 1 hour and 15 minutes into the podcast).

Kevin

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