K. Morris's Blog, page 120

When a Young Lady Wearing Stockings and Suspenders

When a young lady wearing stockings and suspenders

Said, “you men you are all terrible pretenders!”.

They said to her, “Hocking!

Your behaviour Is real shocking!

You should wear more than stockings and suspenders …!”.

When I Die

I wonder, when I die,

If it be in dream,

Will it seem

That I lie

Abed,

In perpetual dream?

 

I

Must  take care

That my head

Is empty of all nightmare,

Lest, when I am dead

I, forever, dream.

 

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A New Autumn (Working Title)

Soon the autumn moon
Will come
And autumn’s milder face
Will replace
The boiling summer sun.

Yet the poet sees
Autumn’s Fallen leaves
Broiled by summer’s sun
Long ‘Ere autumn
Is due to come.

When I Found Naughty Miss Mabel

When I found naughty Miss Mabel
Making love on my dining table,
I said to Ted,
“What about my bed?”,
He said, “I prefer Miss Mabel …!”

There Once Was a Vampire Named Keith

There once was a vampire named Keith
Who became famous for losing his teeth.
He tried to bite
That feisty Miss White,
Who knocked out all of his teeth!

When I Met a Young Lady Named Grace

When I met a young lady named Grace
Who is possessed of an extremely pretty face,
And I took her to a seedy hotel
(Where the receptionist knows me all too well!
You should have seen that young lady’s face …!

Autumn Birds

I heard Autumn birds
And did think
Of strong drink.
And felt the fire
Of Autumn lust.

Man sates his desire
For sweet forget
In a girl’s arms.
For in dust
All charms
We forget.

How Should Poets Explain Their Poetry?

How should poets explain their poetry?

The above question came into sharp focus for me yesterday evening. I was out in a pub with my friend Brian when we fell into conversation with a couple. During our chat, the subject of poetry came up and I passed a copy of my book “Leaving and Other Poems” to the gentleman and his girlfriend.

Having leafed through Leaving, the gentleman asked me the meaning of my poem “Circular”:

“A circular seat
Encompassing a tree.
Age will defeat
Thee and me”.

In re...

There Was a Young Man of Boulder

There was a young man of Boulder
Who carried a chip on his shoulder.
They said to him, “Matt,
You need to lose that!
Along with that fish on your shoulder!”