K. Morris's Blog, page 332
December 13, 2019
A Gorgeous Young Lady Named Honey
A gorgeous young lady named Honey
Is dating me for my money.
I’m having so much hot fun,
And I’m learning how to professionally run,
For when she finds I’ve no money!
Beginnings and Leaving
On an early winter evening,
In the darkening park,
I thought on beginnings,
And leaving.
Then, on my way home,
Alone,
I heard a couple behind.
They passed, out of sight,
Into a cold, December night,
Leaving me behind.
I Saw A Portrait Of Lord Salisbury Smile
I saw a portrait
Of Lord Salisbury smile,
And heard the late
Bevan turn in his grave.
Corbynites are in denial,
While
One-nation Tories say,
“Disraeli will save
The day”.
Salisbury continues to smile,
While
The bereft,
Left
Remain, in denial.
December 12, 2019
Nordic Play – Gabriela M.
an island shimmers on the Nordic sea
your eyes are madness and pale blue
under your fingers the piano
ennobles pain and makes the snow to fall
play the melancholy of winter
white adulterated by a frozen mauve
I’ll make the bed and walk in silence
to the place of roses and of cinnamon
don’t follow me
remain and play under the blues of winter
the scented mystery of all the women
who never knew
the fires hidden
in the glaciers of your soul
Gabriela M. is a US university...Growing old
When
Young women say,
In a conversational sort of way,
“I wasn’t born
When
You did such and such”,
Then
My heart does warn
Of dust.
Though I
Suspect, ’tis lust,
Which is last to die.
December 11, 2019
General Election Day
Today is general election day.
The sun must
Rise on Johnson or Corbyn.
Soon, manifestos will gather dust,
Or be re-read with a cynical grin
By people who will say,
“You promised such and such
On election day”.
Then, in disgust
They will throw the thing away.
Oh the joy
For girl and boy
Of yet, another, election day!
December 10, 2019
A Young Man Named Mo
A young man named Mo,
Having read every manifesto,
Decided to cast his vote
For a very large goat,
Although it had no manifesto!
An Elderly Gentleman Named Frank
An elderly gentleman named Frank
Being fond of a spank,
Visits a young lady called Jane,
Who wields a mean old cane,
But that’s between Jane and Frank!
Concrete Poetry
A young man named Lee
Composes lots of concrete poetry.
His poem about an urban pavement
Has led to much critical engagement,
But his poetry’s to hard for me!
Dust Commingles With Dust
Did she choose
To wear
Those shoes,
With her legs bare
To the evening air?
Look and you will find
That her name
Is as old
As mankind.
‘Tis an ancient game
Played by the bold,
The strapped-for-cash,
The rash
And those who, perhaps just
Enjoy the game
Of lust.
Perchance it is the knowledge of his own dust
Which causes man to thrust
Into an empty vessel, where his tingles
Of lust
Commingles
With dust.
