K. Morris's Blog, page 25

Cemetery

So many birds sing

In early spring

As I pass by

These numerous tombstones

Where the dead lie.

 

 

You also passed

So do not know

That birds sing

In this early spring

Over old stones.

The School Ghoul

A boy who attended my old school

Once claimed to have seen a ghoul!

That place wasn’t Eton

So he wasn’t beaten.

But the headmaster called him a fool!

 

 

Spring Grass

The scent of spring grass

Enters through the window

As I lie in my hospital bed.

 

This day will surely pass

And I will go

Where the mower turns grass to hay.

 

 

I relish this spring day

And will walk in sun

As the mower goes to and thro

Until my rhyme is done.

 

Sprouts

When a young lady known as Lee

Went and threw a sprout at me,

I said, “you are so pretty

And I’ve heard you are witty.

But why are you wasting your tea!”

The Fountain

I wish the fountain’s hypnotic rhythm

Would never cease

for I am, momentarily, at peace

Listening to the splash

Of water flowing fast.

 

 

I have striven

For pleasure, and filled my leisure

With pretty flowers

Picked by many men

For a few brief hours

And then by me.

 

But pleasure lies in poetry

And the gentle sound

Of the fountain as she speaks to me

Is far more profound

Than wasted hours, spent amidst these painted flowers

Of whose scent

I often repent.

Lee Who Kept a Large Pet Bee

There was a young man named Lee

Who kept a very large pet bee.

When they said “does it sting?”,

He said, “only in the spring!”,

As he tenderly rubbed his right knee!

Yeats’s Falcon

Will Yeats’s falcon stay?

Or will he fly away

Leaving mankind behind

As our sun goes down

And civilisation is drowned

In endless night?

I think he may

Have long since taken flight.

Busts

A young man on seeing a bust

Said, “some men are stirred to lust

By girls in short dresses

And their sweet soft caresses.

Miss, how much for Napoleon’s fine bust?”

Too Much Booze!

When a young lady drunk on  booze

Awoke in the street with no shoes,

She said, “goodness me!

Its long gone 3!

It must be time for more booze!”.
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Copyright: Kevin Morris.

Whole Again

The rain calls to me

To leave my technology.

It says, “you must go

To your hospital window”.

So I obey it’s command

And go and stand

Where the scent and sound

Of rain is profound

And I am whole again.
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Copyright: Kevin Morris.