K. Morris's Blog, page 105

The Fox’s Bark

I often find

The fox’s bark

Fills my mind.

 

 

How fast the light

Fades in woodland glades

And becomes the dark

Of suffocating night.

 

In the park

Where children play

His cold, sharp bark

Seems to say

You spend your day

In the sun

But the night

Blots out light

And your day

Is done.

 

(The final stanza is very long compared to the first 2 and I am not sure how the poem hangs together. Would welcome the views of my readers. Thanks. Kevin).

When a Young Lady Smoking a Cigar

When a young lady smoking a cigar

Said, “has anyone seen my new bra?”,

An ageing rake known as Morris

Passed her The Odes of Horace,

But he kept that young lady’s bra!

Time Depletes

I can not count

The amount

Of girl’s bare feet

That have passed

Before my glass.

 

 

Time depletes

Us all.

Then we fall

Into a bed

Where all

Lust is dead.

 

 

Darkening

Sitting in this darkening room

I feel desire

For a girl’s sweet perfume,

But the flame

Is not the same

As of yore.

 

 

For flames die

And turn to ash.

And I

Must pass

From bedroom to tomb

Where love and lust

Are one in dust.

I Once Had a Girlfriend Named Jamie

I once had a girlfriend named Jamie

Who said, “this relationship is too samey!”.

When I suggested we see Miss White

She said, “we did that last night!

Lets have Miss Right tonight”, said Jamie …!

Miss Ria’s New Year

There was a young lady named Ria

Who, it being a brand new year,

Drank a whole bottle of wine,

Which was more or less fine,

But then she turned to strong beer …!

Happy New Year

I would like to wish all of my readers a very happy new year. Thank you for reading, commenting and liking my poetry and other posts during 2022, and thanks also to those of you who have read my books.

 

I hope 2023 is a good year for you.

 

Very best wishes. Kevin

Miss Hall’s Crystal Ball

I met a young lady named Hall

Who said, “gaze into my crystal ball!”.

When I looked therein

I saw great sin,

So went home with gorgeous Miss Hall!

Janus

Janus waits in the wings.

As with previous dead years

He will bring

Laughter and tears.

 

 

Doors open and close.

The futurologist thinks he knows

What the future holds.

 

 

But Janus thumbs his nose,

And history goes

On as before,

And where it goes

Heaven only knows.

Sherry

A man whose name is Terry

Is extremely fond of his Sherry.

As for me

I like tea,

And sometimes I enjoy Miss Sherry …