K. Morris's Blog, page 298
March 31, 2020
When The Birds Stop
I heard the birds
This evening, in the park,
As it was growing dark.
And pondered on what
Will happen, when they stop.
But tonight I have time
To rhyme,
For my internal clock
Has yet to stop.
March 30, 2020
A Young Lady Dressed As A Ghost
A young lady dressed as a ghost
Haunts gentlemans kitchens, whilst looking for toast.
She likes it quite hot
With a big cream pot.
But let us return to the toast!
A Young Lady Whose Morals Are Lose
A young lady whose morals are loose
Rode through the streets on a goose.
When I called her immoral,
It led to a quarrel,
So I roasted that young ladys goose!
March 29, 2020
The Weather Was Chill
The weather was chill,
And the park still.
Few birds I heard
On this spring day.
Dickinson spoke, of feathered hope.
I would like to say
That Emilys feathered thing
Will, through its song, bring
To birth a much brighter day.
But things dont work that way.
March 28, 2020
When A Ghost Whose Name Is Dave
When a ghost whose name is Dave
Arose from a most ancient grave
And said, you should be very scared!,
I said, have you not heard
Dave, that I am very brave!.
All Along the Watchtower by Chris De Burgh
I find this song both enigmatic and sinister
He Stood to the Side of the Path
He stood to the side of the path
So that I might in safety pass.
I turned my face away
On a beautiful, spring day.
But thanked him with a smile, while
Pondering on what constitutes a safe distance,
And the persistence
Of common courtesy.
And what did he
Think of me
As I turned my face away?
I can not say,
But suspect he understood
As we did pass
Along that tranquil, woodland path.
March 27, 2020
My Poetic Well is Dry
My poetic well is dry.
A virus of some kind
Slows my body and mind.
Much loved books remain untouched.
Sleep is my friend.
I know not where this will end.
March 25, 2020
When An Elderly Gentleman Named Pat
When an elderly gentleman named Pat
Said, would you like to play snap?,
I jumped on his fine old table,
With a young lady called Mable.
And the table leg went snap!
March 24, 2020
The sound of rain
The sound of rain reached my ear.
Twas no cadence drear
To me,
Simply the rain,
Timeless, wild and free.
