K. Morris's Blog, page 80

A Warm Bed for the Night

A warm bed for the night

Gives some respite

From the indifferent street, where feet

Sound on lonely stone.

She sleeps in sheets.

Her brief respite

After his delight.

Churchyard Tree

When a churchyard tree

Dripped rain on me

I thought that I ought

Not to swear

For the rain will remain

When that tree

And me are where

We will know no rain.

Anaconda

I’m dating a young lady named Ronda

Who is extremely fond of her anaconda.

When I say to her, “dear,

We will get married next year”,

She says, “I’m fonder of my anaconda!”.

I Shall Stand Aside

I shall stand aside

And let the wind decide

And where the wind blows

I too will go.

She Didn’t Kiss Goodbye

She didn’t kiss goodbye, and I

Thought of those who meet

Under a rented sheet.

 

 

Some pass all time in rhyme,

While others take lovers

Who do not kiss goodbye.

Grief

Sometimes my belief

Is that grief

Conquers all.

Then I recall

The air

In late August

Carrying hay

And coming Autumn.

Such sweet air

Carries no despair.

Fantasies of Twos and Threes

Fantasies of twos and threes.

Hard bought kisses

From scheming young misses

Create an old rake’s blisses

Where girl’s perfume

Hangs on hands

In lonely rooms.

Strawberry Ice

When a young lady eating Strawberry Ice

Said, “there can  be absolutely no vice!”.

They said, “Claire,

Steady on there!

And wear something with that Strawberry Ice!”.

Survival

She didn’t thrive

And wishing to survive

Offered herself

To comparative wealth.

 

Can she

Caught in this poetry

Ever break free

Of men like me.

Shocking Miss Hocking

When a naughty young lady named Hocking

Did something that was really quite shocking,

A vicar called Hubbard

Hid in a cupboard,

And me, I hid with Miss Hocking …