K. Morris's Blog, page 408
March 30, 2019
When Poetry and Music Merge Seamlessly
I derive great pleasure from listening to music. One of my favourite artists is Ed Sheeran. On listening to some of Ed’s songs I am struck by how closely music and poetry can blend together. Take, for example Sheeran’s song “Happier”
As with much poetry, “Happier” consists of a mixture of rhyme and half-rhyme. However most of “Happier” does rhyme, with “too”, “do” and “new” forming a simple (but highly effective) rhyming scheme as with
“You look happier, you do.
My friend told me one day...
A Ghost from the Ivory Coast
A ghost
From the Ivory Coast,
She paces,
Her body bare
To England’s air.
She has been to places
That he
Would not wish to see.
Would it be rude
To intrude
On her thought?
Perhaps he ought
Not. Yet she is nude,
And here for him
And his sin
Is she not?
When A Cat By The Name of Mable
When a cat by the name of Mable
Sat eyeing a bird table,
A crow called Jo
Said, “stay down below,
As this table is very unstable!”.
When A Young Lady Whose Name Is Crystal
When a young lady whose name is Crystal
Said, “elope with me to Bristol”,
And I asked, “why so?”
She replied, “I just happen to know,
That there’s lots to do in Bristol!”.
Leprechaun
A young lady named Dawn
Has most solemnly sworn,
That whilst out last night
By the moon’s bright light,
She saw a leprechaun!
—
A young lady named Dawn
Has stolen my leprechaun.
Whilst out last night
by the star’s bright light
She stole my leprechaun!
—
When a young lady named Dawn
Said, “I saw a leprechaun!”,
My friend Miss Spink
Gave me a wink,
Which displeased that young lady Dawn!
March 29, 2019
When A Young Lady Named Claire
When a young lady named Claire
Remarked, “trespassers beware!”,
I said, “I beg your pardon,
But this is my garden
And I want you out of there!”.
—
When a young lady named Claire
Remarked, “all trespassers beware!”,
And I said, “I beg your pardon,
But this is my garden!”,
She tossed her long blonde hair.
On A Sunny Day
On a sunny day
Ghosts hide away.
But you will, oft-times
Ghouls find
In the dark
Corners of the human mind
And the heart
Unclean, where no gleam
Of light is ever seen.
March 28, 2019
When A Poetical Young Man Named Paul
When a poetical young man named Paul
Painted a poem upon a wall,
A literary policewoman called Yvette
Said, “I very much regret
That you must go and clean that wall!”.
A Talented Young Man Named Mole
A talented young man named Mole,
Being possessed of a poetic soul,
Composed a poem about me
And a large bumble bee,
Or perhaps it was a foal!
You Followed Me
You followed me into the bedroom
Bringing with you
The merest hint of perfume.
You stood there
Wholly unaware,
Chatting of what? I do not recollect.
Slim and near.
Respect for a long friendship held me
tight.
Or maybe
Fear.
I did not speak that night.
