K. Morris's Blog, page 336

The Poet

Poetry dies
In eyes
Grown dim
With sin.

Thomas rages
At the dying light.
What use are pages
At the final, “goodnight!

Culture (a double Acrostic)

Cultivated people unwind.
Literature may take
Us to unknown realms.
Every book, must end.

An Autumn Bird

An autumn bird
I heard
Sing
Ere the sky
Grew bright,
And I
Thought of spring,
And eternal night.

A Rhyme for Election Time

A rhyme
For election time.
Claim and counter claim.
The public say, “they
lie, its always the same”.

Manifestos contain
Promises (to be kept, or broken).
Are politician’s words, spoken,
At election time,
Worth more
than a poor
Poet’s rhyme?

A Young Woman, Overheard

“He said, “can you do
Me a favour?”,,
If you know what I mean?”,
Its easy to misconstrue
2 plus 2 as 92,
But, me, enjoying the flavour
Of my food, had a thought,
Positively obscene,
That the mathematical law
Does mean
That 2, plus 2
Always equals 4.

When A Young Lady of Ealing

When a young lady of Ealing
Said, “I have a peculiar feeling”,
And I said, “take off your dress
As it will relieve your stress”,
Her right hook sent me reeling!

Empire

The British Empire is, to state the blatantly obvious, a topic of great historical importance, and a sensative subject capable of arousing strong emotions. The British Labour Party has announced, in it’s “Race and Faith Manifesto” that, if elected, it will investigate the impact of British colonialism:

“Labour will conduct an audit of
the impact of Britain’s colonial legacies
to understand our contribution to the
dynamics of violence and insecurity
across regions previously under British
...

My Friend, Whose Name Is Miss Hiller

My friend, whose name is Miss Hiller
Has recently published her brand new thriller.
My pleasure is always great,
And I also can’t wait,
To enjoy Miss Hiller’s brand new thriller

The Old Ache

I awake
With an old ache,
Half pleasure, half pain.
One can not
Refrain
From the red hot
Thought
One ought
Not to think
When dreaming (or awake).

The devil does wink
At my old ache,
Half pleasure, half pain
And whispers “you aint,
Got restraint
And you know,
You will go
There again,
And taste the kiss
From which you ought
To refrain.
And then deny
With the old lie,
Of thought”.

There Once was A Poet Named Heart

There once was a poet named Heart
Whose verse was so bleak and dark,
That a demon called Lee
Said, “I weep for thee”,
But his tears they just wouldn’t start!