K. Morris's Blog, page 122

A Poem from My Further Selected Poems

During a recent visit to my family in Liverpool, I visited Woolton wood. My trip to the wood took in a visit to the Walled Garden, https://www.merseyforest.org.uk/things-to-do/walks-bike-rides-and-more/walks/woolton-woods-and-camphill/.

In this peaceful spot, I spent some little time admiring the memorial benches and floral cuckoo clock, which feature in my poem “In Memory of”:

“A bench replete
With flowers
In winter’s wood.
Hours
Incomplete
Marked by a stone
Clock with lost hands.

We go into th...

Brief

Church bells briefly heard.
Something falls
From an autumn tree.
A solitary
Bird briefly calls,
Maybe to me.

An Idle Thought

An idle thought.
Is it mere coincidence
That the word lust
Rhymes with dust?

Shoes Left Bereft

She left her shoes
Outside my front door.
I remember no booze.

Perhaps my neighbours saw
A young woman’s shoes
Bereft at my door

And thought I ought
To be more discreet
About young women’s feet.

But a girl’s shoes
Had been left bereft
At my door before …

As I Boarded the 7 pm Train

As I boarded the 7 pm train
I met a young lady named Elane.
We went real fast
Then, at long last
The driver began to drive that train …!

When I Decided to Make a Full Confession

When I decided to make a full confession
Concerning a young lady of a certain profession,
Her lawyer Lou
Threatened to sue,
So I decided to show much more discretion …!

He Likes Heels

He likes heels
And respects intellects.
Short skirts appeal.
A girl’s degree
Isn’t free,
But he respects
Their intellects.

I Know a Young Lady Named Coral

I know a young lady named Coral
Who is stern and ever so moral.
The good vicar Spink
Gave me a wink.
I think he knows more about Coral …

Black

In the crowded pub
A teen Goth girl
Sings of forever love.

We cheer over beers
And raise our glass
To a goth girl

And the truth
That all youth
Must pass.

And all our suns
Will become
The black.

I Once Met a Very Eminent Professor

I once met a very eminent professor
Who lived in a large Welsh dresser.
When I asked him why
He heaved a great sigh,
And said, “you’re not my Father Confessor!”