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Man (Revised Poem)

A couple of days ago, I published a poem entitled “Man” https://kmorrispoet.com/2023/07/14/man/. Below is a slightly amended and extended version of that poem:

 

I know that these trees

Are Older than man

And the church

Which so many men pass

Without a glance

Or a sigh

As they hurry by.

As I Leafed Through Dusty Old Tomes

As I leafed through dusty old tomes

I heard a loud rattle of bones.

Twas merely a ghost

Stealing crumpets and toast,

But it distracted me from those tomes!

Man

I know that these trees

Are older than man

And the church

Which so many men pass

Without a glance

Or sigh

Hurrying by.

When a Girl Who is Full of Vice

When a girl who is full of vice

Said, “I’ll cover you in chocolate and ice!”.

I said, “my dear,

The bishop draws near,

And I hear he’s a connoisseur of vice …!”.

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Grouse

I know an old lord with a spouse

Who is known for his love of grouse.

His young wife Lady Mar

Spends  time in my car,

While her spouse is away with his grouse.

Nettles and Rain

The nettles flourished in the rain.

When I came there again

Men had removed them.

 

 

Civilisation came.

Nettles and rain

Remain.

Foxes

The below poem contains an expletive. I make no apology for this, as poetry should be honest:

 

 

“The foxes are  fucking“, you said.

A vulgar thing to say,

But we where on our way

To bed.

And I,

Hearing their cry

Pondered on lust

And the vulgarity of you.

But what you said was true.

And we 2 could see

That oft in lust

We hide from dust.

Be Careful How you Judge a Poem

I have always been of the view that one should judge a writer by the quality of their writing and not allow one’s own likes and dislikes to intrude when forming such judgements. This is, I believe particularly important when the writer’s political perspective differs from your own.

 

One does not, for example, have to be a Conservative to enjoy the poetry of Philip Larkin, nor does one need to be a man (or woman) of the left to appreciate the work of the poet W. H. Auden. Both poets where (and r...

Bed

My desire for flesh.

We will undress

And I will find

Pleasure in bed.

Yet still

In her warm arms

A chill

Thought haunts my mind

Of the bed

Where all is dead.