K. Morris's Blog, page 384

Loneliness Is Tripping Over A Stranger’s Shoe

Loneliness is tripping over a stranger’s shoe
At dawn
As the forlorn
Light breaks through
And thinking,
“We did a lot of drinking,
And I don’t know whether your name is Flaire
Or Claire.
Perhaps I should care?
At any rate
You filled an empty space,
But now I want you out of my place”.
And the emptiness yawns
As with previous dawns.

The Agency

Beautiful women
For your pleasure.
You may browse at your leisure.
There will be no sinning
For we
Only offer company,
But, what goes on behind closed doors . . .
We break no laws
But, discerning gentleman will understand
that money may command
a girlfriend
For the night
If the price is right,
But we must both pretend . . .
You do understand that we
Only provide company . . .

I Know A Young Man Named Rex

I know a young man named Rex
Who’s poems are extremely complex.
He writes them in latin
Whilst dressed in pink satin,
And all the girls love Rex!

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I know a young man named Rex
Who’s poems are extremely complex.
He writes them in latin
Whilst dressed in pink satin,
Which does his poor readers vex!

Girls in their Short Clothes

Girls in short clothes
Have fun
In the summer sun.
Who knows
Where the summer goes

Park Where Flowers Bloom

Park where flowers bloom.
Girls in short dresses
Enjoy the summer sun,
Soon, Autumn will come

When A Young Lady Whose Name Is Lou

When a young lady whose name is Lou
Asked, “what would you like to do?”
And I said, “if I say
You will throw me out today!”,
She replied, “that’s perfectly true!”.

The Picture

The picture stands out against the white
Of my living room wall.
A few birds still call.
A fascination with sunlight
Which, as I watch, slowly dies away.
The night
Takes the day
And the picture we see
Is lost in obscurity
Although we hope that this light
We borrow
Will be seen on the morrow,
But this we can not know.

Updates to my Soundcloud and Instagram accounts

I have uploaded a number of new pictures to my Instagram which can be found here.

I have also uploaded two new poems to my Soundcloud, which can be found here:

When I Met A Young Lady Named Lin

When I met a young lady named Lin
Who said, “I’m not in to sin”,
I said, “neither am I”,
And winked my good eye,
And wept, which was down to the gin!

Saturday Morning Humour

When I met a group of young women
Who said, “we are in to sinning”,
I made reply,
“No saint am I,
But my hair is gray and thinning!”.

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When I met a group of young women
Who said, “we are in to sinning”,
I said, with a laugh,
“Please, vacate my bath!”,
Which led to a good deal of grinning!

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I know a young lady named Samantha
Who behaves just like a pantha.
Whilst in my bedroom
And scented with sweet perfume,
But that’s enough about Samantha . . .