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The Dance

A poem written some years back, which I had forgotten until I came across it recently.

K Morris - Poet

Entranced, he watched the dance,
As the girl
Did whirl,
Her feet
Kicking up the dust
Of poets, and dancers,
And other chancers,
Who you may meet
And pass, on the street
Without a second glance.
And the age-old dance
Goes on,
But the dust
Of those long gone
Is not disturbed
By a young woman’s dancing feet

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When I Last Passed

When I last passed

This way

I recall no wall

Of wild wet flowers.

That bloom

In May

 

 

In the  summertime

Flowers will bloom

Still. But in wintertime

Who will recall

This rain-kissed wall

Of springtime and rhyme.

When a Poetical Young Man Named Ray

When a poetical young man named Ray

Recited a poem which was most risqué,

A young lady named Hocking

Lost more than her stocking,

And me, I discussed poetry with Ray!

Dancer

A fleeting connection.

A middle-aged poet’s introspection.

 

 

You danced by

And I

Saw youth

And your love of art,

And felt an answering spark

In my poet’s heart.

 

 

There is truth

Of a kind

For you to find

Should you truly look

Behind my book.

 

 

You will dance away

And, at some future day

May remember a middle-aged poet

Who gave to you

Something of what is true.

Ron the Poet

When a poet whose name was Ron

Said “my poetry will surely live on”.

An old man called Brian

Warned him of a lion,

Which devoured all his poetry and Ron.

Foxes

I yawn

In the early morn.

A bark

Pierces the dark.

The carpet is warm

Against my bare

Feet. While out there

The fox’s word

Is heard

Ere I sleep.

Dangerous Neil

When a dangerous young man named Neil

Said, “you’re going to feel cold steel!”,

A brave girl called Jagger

Grabbed hold of that dagger,

And I composed a poem about Neil …!

The Air is Fresh

The air is fresh

After a warm day.

I thrive

In this spring air.

And wonder

Whether those below

Ever walked by

Where they now lie.

A 4 Star Review of My Collection of Poetry, More Poetic Meanderings, and News of My Forthcoming book, My Friend’s Robot Girlfriend and Other Humorous Verses

I am delighted to have received another wonderful review of my collection of poetry, More Poetic Meanderings, https://www.goodreads.com/review/show/5526304433.

 

I am also pleased to let you know that I am in the process of publishing a collection of my humorous verses entitled My Friend’s Robot Girlfriend and Other Humorous Verses. I hope the collection will be available by the end of may in both Kindle and paperback editions.

Reading Frost As Night Falls

Robert Frost is undoubtedly one of my favourite poets. His “A Boy’s Will” and “North of Boston” graces the bookshelves in my bedroom, although I must confess to having a particular fondness for the former book.

K Morris - Poet

Reading Frost as night falls.
The poet calls
To me, from the previous century.
“Relevant?” Yes, but how I hate that word
For is not the song of bird
Or getting lost midst the dark tree
Simply beauty in poetry,
Part of Frost’s heart
Which lives on in me
As I sit in this ...