K. Morris's Blog, page 406
April 3, 2019
Curious
A young lady said, in a manner most curious
That she “liked to go fast and furious!”.
So we went running together in filthy weather
Which made her poor mother Heather,
More than a little furious!
A Recollection of Heels
I remember the feel
Of your heels.
You left them behind
For me to find,
And asked me to keep
Them for your return.
You never came.
No need to weep.
For the secret
Of your name
Is safe.
Will I embrace
A girl’s disdain,
or learn?
Sometimes I wish that “progress” would stop
Sometimes I wish that “progress”
Would stop,
Like the express
Train at Adlestrop,
But it will not.
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Note: The above was inspired by Edward Thomas’s fine poem, “Adlestrop”, https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/53744/adlestrop
Don’t Say The “D” Word
We say
“He passed away”.
The “d” word
Is often
Not heard.
He is in his coffin
So why this absurd
Fear
Of the “d” word?
Does the Reaper, standing, unnoticed, near
Smile at our denial
That you and I
Shall die?
Larkin took refuge in drink
But, at dawn did think
On death
And felt bereft.
I have now said
The word we dread
To voice.
We have a choice
Over what words are said
But we are nonetheless, dead
In the end
My friend.
There Was A Young Lady Named Amie
There was a young lady named Amie
Who, feeling that life was a little samey,
Modelled for an erotic poster
On a roller coaster,
With a nurse whose name was Janey!
April 2, 2019
Poetry Dies
Poetry dies
In the poet’s eyes,
Or is it the skies
That turn black
So that he
And thee
Are unable to see?
Lost Souls
We listened to music divine.
The wine
Was okay.
I knew
You would stay
For we had arranged it that way,
Love for a day
For which we would pay.
Both, in our own way
Short Story Vending Machine
My thanks to the young lady who drew my attention to this article during our chat earlier today,
A Beautiful Young Lady Named Vixen
A beautiful young lady named Vixen
Likes to write flash fiction,
Whilst in my bedroom
And wearing sweet perfume.
But alas, this rhyme is only fiction!
There Was A Young Lady Called Lou
There was a young lady called Lou
Who, due to feeling blue,
Went on a roller coaster
With her brand new toaster,
And a pig whose snout was blue!
