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November 24, 2020

Miss Flow and the Rake

A young lady named Miss Flow

Has morals so extremely low

That a dissolute old rake

Jumped in a great lake,

To escape that low Miss Flow!

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Published on November 24, 2020 22:33

November 23, 2020

Miss Brown

Last night, whilst out on the town

I met a young lady named Brown.

Awaking in the early morning,

With much stretching and yawning,

I found neither my wallet or Brown!

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Published on November 23, 2020 23:42

A Girl’s Innocence

A girl’s innocence is divine.

Her purity attracts. Distracts.

And oft, after wine,

To sin, is truly divine.

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Published on November 23, 2020 22:33

Dalliance; a Collection of Poetry and Prose

A wooded path:

Beauty in bleakness;

Fallen leaves stirred by a chill winter’s breeze.

Cold cuts like a knife.

Exhilarating to be alive.


(“Beauty in Bleakness” can be found in “Dalliance; a Collection of Poetry and Prose”, https://www.amazon.com/Dalliance-collection-poetry-prose-Morris-ebook/dp/B00QQVJC7E/

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Published on November 23, 2020 11:15

The COVID Recovery Group

I agree with the views of the COVID Recovery Group, as set out in their letter to Prime Minister Boris Johnson, https://www.express.co.uk/news/uk/1363175/Boris-Johnson-lockdown-rebellion-letter-in-full-Covid-Recovery-Group-covid-rules-evg.


If the reports are correct (and hospitality businesses in tiers 1 and 2 will have to serve a substantial meal along with alcohol), then, I fear that many local pubs which are the bedrock of communities, will fold and society will be poorer for their loss.


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Published on November 23, 2020 10:41

November 22, 2020

There is Comfort in this Tree

There is comfort in this tree,

For it was here before me.

And will stay

When I am clay.

To comfort those who pass

Along this self-same path


A few, perhaps

Gazing at this tree

May remember me.

I laugh,

For a tree

Has no vanity.

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Published on November 22, 2020 09:12

The Wicked Gnome

Last night on my way home

I met with a wicked gnome,

Who imprisoned me for hours,

Amidst the most beautiful flowers.

I believe her name is Joan!

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Published on November 22, 2020 05:13

Girlfriend

His girlfriend

Brought him delight

For the night.

But did not comprehend

The meaning of euphemism.

They took a decision

To pretend …

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Published on November 22, 2020 01:20

November 21, 2020

A Poem from “Croydon Poetry Hour Anthology 2019/2020”


The below poem, “Fine Rain”, is 1 of 12 poems by me which appears in “Croydon Poetry Hour Anthology 2019/2020”:


I get wet

By this fine

Rain.

Yet,

I do not regret

For the divine

Is in the rain.


I shall get wet

Again

For when

Death does steal

Me away.

I regret

That I shall no longer feel,

The joy of a rainy day.


(“Croydon Poetry Hour Anthology 2019/2020” can be found here, https://www.lulu.com/en/gb/shop/croydon-poets/croydon-poetry-hour-anthology-201920/paperback/product-rjpqzd.html

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Published on November 21, 2020 00:28

November 20, 2020

A Naughty Young Lady Named Miss Moore

A naughty young lady named Miss Moore

(Who all the dissolute old rakes adore),

Works in a club

Called the Good Rub .

Where they threw me out the door!

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Published on November 20, 2020 09:00