K. Morris's Blog, page 42
October 12, 2024
Happiness
Is not the insect on this tree
Happier than me?
He will live and die
In this wood
As I pass by pondering on love.
He knows naught of sorrow,
Or poets who rhyme of borrowed time
And a tomorrow
That may never come.
He leaves his mark on decaying bark
And knows not why.
While I leave this brief rhyme behind.
The Importance of Being Inclusive
When a young lady who is very inclusive
Said, “our love it will not be exclusive”.
And I said to Coral,
“Is that girl really moral?”,
She said, “no! but she is very inclusive!”
October 10, 2024
I Am Man
I long for rain
To come and drum
On my window panes.
It speaks to me
Of the great sea
From whence I came.
In love or lust
We make the rain.
Our progeny swim in the sea
From whence all came.
I am man, sea and rain,
And the eternal dust
October 8, 2024
The Path to Eternity
The Path to Eternity
The churchyard floodlight
Momentarily brightens the night.
But the graves stand out white
Both day and night.
The graveyard is opposite my home.
It’s old stones
Have seen my shadow pass
Along that path
Were the moral and immoral
Cease their quarrel
In eternal dust.
October 6, 2024
Long Since Dead
I met an old man named Fred
Who said, “I am long since dead”.
I offered him toast
But, being a ghost,
He screamed and took off his head!
A Middle-Age Rake Reflects
On an autumn afternoon
I change my jeans
In a cold bedroom.
My glass has seen scenes
Where girls barely known comb
Their hair, and then depart.
How often have I thought
I ought to make a new start.
Yet soon my glass has reflected back
A girl doing her hair
Before she leaves me
In sheets where strangers meet.
Sometimes my lust is satisfied
But my heart cries
Out for love.
Yet I continue to buy
What can not be bought.
And perhaps ought not.
October 5, 2024
The Coming Halloween
Soon it will be Halloween.
I will hide behind gravestones
For a laugh. Jumping out as you pass.
But should cold old bones
Find me on Halloween, I will loudly scream!
October 4, 2024
My Strict Headmaster
I once had a very strict headmaster
Who said, “boy! You are a total disaster!”.
I said to him, “sir,
You must take great care!”,
As I drove his car much faster!
A Review of My Poetry Collection The Churchyard Yew and Other Poems
I was delighted to receive a great review of my collection of poetry, The Churchyard Yew and Other Poems. To read the review please visit https://robbiesinspiration.wordpress.com/2024/10/04/robbies-inspiration-a-duo-of-poetry-book-reviews-the-churchyard-yew-and-pilgrim-poetry-bookreviews/
October 3, 2024
On Passing By the War Memorial
I passed by the war memorial
On an autumn afternoon
And, hearing children, thought of Sassoon
The sun soon sets.
On the war dead.
In school war poets are read.
Owen and Sassoon are learned.
And memorials are built still.
