K. Morris's Blog, page 65

I can Not Buy the Sky

I can not buy the sky

Or the restless sea.

I have bought sweet scented flowers

But they and I

Are not the sea and sky.

 

 

The brevity of hours

Are unknown to flowers.

They fear not

The graveyard plot.

The Power of Words

You took your shoes

And left me alone in my flat.

Your right to choose,

I can’t argue against that.

 

 

Fantasies oft run riot

In a man’s fevered head.

Better to stay quiet,

For such things can not be unsaid.

Poetry

Poets compose rhyme

In perfect time

To love and art

While the newsreaders tell

How We’re going to hell

In a battered old handcart.

Morn

In the early morn

The carpet is warm

Under my feet

As I recall

How leaves fall

In the wood nearby.

The seasons repeat.

But I will die.

The Joys of Being a Pig

There was a young lady named Pam

Who liked to gorge on boiled ham.

When they said, “you’re a pig!”,

She would chew on her wig

As she rolled in marmalade and jam!

Royal Mail

When a young lady wearing just socks

Jumped out from a red pillar box ,

And a postman named Marr

Said, “want to go far?”,

She said, “well, I’m wearing just socks …”.

 

Time for Bed

When a young lady dressed in red

Pulled me into a very large bed

I said to her, “Hop!

You and I should stop!

As the customers have turned bright red!”.

Banes and His Love of Drains

There once was a man named Banes

Who had a great obsession with drains.

Being small and  thin

He often fell in

Which caused Banes pains in those drains!

Ground

These fallen leaves

On the cold January ground

Send a message profound.

I am bound

To be as these leaves

And fertilize the ground.

What is Form Poetry?

A good short post on form poetry, https://www.writingforward.com/poetry-writing/what-is-form-poetry