K. Morris's Blog, page 45

When you Hugged Me Tight

When you hugged me tight

I will not deny that something stirred.

I think of you at night

And recall your frequent touch.

Such frustration and delight!

 

 

Is it fear of dust

Which feeds my lust

And causes me to long for thee?

You are lonely too

I know. but you say, “go slow”.

 

 

I am a patient man.

But life is passing by

Both you and I.

 

Loss

You, just 21

With your perfect skin

And short dress.

Me. Half my life gone

And need to confess,

My imperfect skin.

And your loss of dress.

 

Autumn Has Come

The dark comes quickly on.

Leaves fall in the park.

And I remember that early September

Has come, bringing Autumn.

And summer has gone.

But I can not repent

Of autumn’s sweet scent

Or grieve over fallen leaves

For she is beauty.

All the Bongs

There once was a man named Wong

Who spent all his days going bong!

An old Grandfather clock

Begged him to stop

As he did those bongs all wrong!

Free as the Leaves

These fallen leaves

Blown by Autumn breeze

Call to me

And say, “be free”

The wild wind

Blows strong and free.

While these leaves

Blow hither and thither

In the breeze.

I would rather be

The eternal wind.

But if I could fly

Like these Autumn leaves.

I might, for a while

Feel I was free.

The Bed Tester

I met a young lady of Chester

Who is known as a bed tester.

When I found her in mine

It was after much wine

Singing songs with a jester from Manchester!

Autumn Lovers

Autumn leaves must turn to dust

And young lovers who once dallied

By the life-giving stream

Enter death’s dark Alley

And forever dream.

Jealousy Among the Vegetables

There once was a Gladioli called Gladdis

Who fell in love with a radish.

But a jealous old cabbage

Turned really quite savage,

As he loved that Gladioli named Gladdis!

 

 

 

 

There Once Was a Poet Named Hind

There once was a poet named Hind

Who said, “the best is all behind!

My once great verse

It grows steadily worse!

And the critics all kick my behind!”.

Hypnotic

The fall of rain does, I find

Help to calm my mind.

It is hypnotic like the clock,

Or young women in heels who stop

At midnight doors and knock,

And hypnotise my mind.

But rain remains

While girls who knock

do not.