K. Morris's Blog, page 104

The Inadequacy of Verse

I heard a Blackbird

And did curse

The inadequacy of verse.

He knows not poetry,

Yet outdoes me

In verse.

Chancer

I awoke with a gorgeous lap dancer

Who said, “sir, you are a chancer!”.

I said, “dear Miss Follit

Have you seen my wallet?”.

She said, “sir, I’m also a chancer!”.

A Brutal Young Man Named Keith

A brutal young man named Keith

Threatened to knock out my teeth.

But I produced my faithful knuckleduster,

Which got him in a fluster,

Now Keith is wearing false teeth …!

Squire Pleasant

My uncle, the good natured Squire Pleasant

Invited me to go and shoot peasant.

I went with my spouse

And found peasants and grouse,

And the police who arrested Squire Pleasant!

Last Night I Was Somewhere Called Nowhere

I had forgotten about this poem. But, coming across it recently, I thought it was worth a reblog.

K Morris - Poet

Last night I was somewhere
Called nowhere
For there
I stood
In the dark wood
Of dreams,
Wherein
Virtue and sin
Are merely seeming,
For we are dreaming.

‘Tis a fine
Line
Twixt the living and the dead.
The head,
So full of thought
Is, suddenly, nought
And many
Men
Creep
Away In sleep.

To some death is the final despair,
The never ending nightmare
For None can escape
Death’s suffocat...

I Have Awoken to an Empty Bed

I have awoken to an empty bed

And recollections of past sinning

With women.

 

 

I have felt spiritually dead

And fought to forget regret

In bed.

 

 

But, for a long time

I have engaged

Only in rhyme.

 

When I leave the stage

Only my rhyme may remain.

For there is no pain when dead.

 

On Hearing the Owl Again

On hearing the owl again

I pondered, will he remain

When our human home

Is rendered the same

As ancient Rome?

A sticking plaster

Can not ward off disaster.

But Macbeth’s owl may remain.

When Dreams Turn to Nightmares

When dreams turn to nightmares

On endless dark stairs

And you are alone

In your castle of bones,

And you pray

For the day

That may never come,

You are in the nightmare

Of despair,

Where there is nowhere

To run.

When they speak of light

You see only night,

But the endless black stairs

Of your nightmares

May melt away

Into the day

And the sun

May come.

Should I Make a Full Confession

Should I make a full confession

Concerning my most recent shocking indiscretion?

It concerns Miss Amy

And her girlfriend Jamie –

And a lawyer who advised discretion …!

When a Young Lady Traveling in My Carriage

When a young lady traveling in my carriage

Said, “sir, I think you are proposing marriage!”,

I said to her, “Claire,

Lets stick to an affair.

Then she kicked me out of that carriage!