K. Morris's Blog, page 42

A Myriad Fallen Leaves

There have been countless men

Over the centuries. But when

The poet sees a myriad fallen leaves

He knows these leaves must outnumber men.

And men fall like leaves.

I’m Having a Bit of a Fling

I’m having a bit of a fling

With a girl who calls herself Ling.

My wife Moriah

Fancies the squire,

And the squire he likes to swing!

Happiness

Is not the insect on this tree

Happier than me?

He will live and die

In this wood

As I pass by pondering on love.

 

 

He knows naught of sorrow,

Or  poets who rhyme of borrowed time

And a tomorrow

That may never come.

 

 

He leaves his mark on decaying bark

And knows not why.

While I leave this brief rhyme behind.

The Importance of Being Inclusive

When a young lady who is very inclusive

Said, “our love it will not be exclusive”.

And I said to Coral,

“Is that girl really moral?”,

She said, “no! but she is very inclusive!”

I Am Man

I long for rain

To come and drum

On my window panes.

It speaks to me

Of the great sea

From whence I came.

 

In love or lust

We make the rain.

Our progeny swim in the sea

From whence all came.

I am man,  sea and rain,

And the eternal dust

 

 

The Path to Eternity

The Path to Eternity

The churchyard floodlight

Momentarily brightens the night.

But the graves stand out white

Both day and night.

 

The graveyard is opposite my home.

It’s old stones

Have seen my shadow pass

Along that path

Were the moral and  immoral

Cease their quarrel

In eternal dust.

Long Since Dead

I met an old man named Fred

Who said, “I am long since dead”.

I offered him toast

But, being a ghost,

He screamed  and took off his head!

A Middle-Age Rake Reflects

On an autumn afternoon

I change my jeans

In a cold bedroom.

My glass has seen scenes

Where girls barely known comb

Their hair, and then depart.

 

 

How often have I thought

I ought to make a new start.

Yet soon my glass has reflected back

A girl doing her hair

Before she leaves me

In sheets where strangers meet.

 

 

Sometimes my lust is satisfied

But my heart cries

Out for love.

Yet I continue to buy

What can not be bought.

And perhaps ought not.

The Coming Halloween

Soon it will be Halloween.

I will hide behind gravestones

For a laugh. Jumping out as you pass.

But should cold old bones

Find me on Halloween, I will loudly scream!

My Strict Headmaster

I once had a very strict headmaster

Who said, “boy! You are a total disaster!”.

I said to him, “sir,

You must take great care!”,

As I drove his car much faster!