K. Morris's Blog, page 67

I Am Tired

I am tired.

Should I compose a rhyme

To women and wine?

I have desired

Both women and wine

But all pens run dry

And I

Grow so tired

Of rhyme

Of women and wine.

Musical Head

There once was a girl in red

Who liked to stand on her head.

When they asked her why

She would wink 1 eye

And play the drums with her head!

Wet Grass

December has become January.

Alas last summer’s grass

Is a quagmire.

We all desire

The spring to come

But the grass

On which I stood

Remains as mud.

Love

After an evening of laughter,

Restaurants and wine,

You took off your robe.

Now I find

Girl’s heels in my wardrobe

You left behind.

 

Am I a mere magpie?

I have found earrings

And other such similar things

Young women leave behind.

But love would be divine.

Drains Gurgling with Rain

I pass by

Drains gurgling with rain.

How quickly rain

Drains away.

 

 

You and I

Are like the rain.

But rain

Does not die.

A Poem for the New Year

“Janus” appears in my collection “More Poetic Meanderings”, which was published in 2023:

 

 

Janus waits in the wings.

As with previous dead years

He will bring

Laughter and tears.

 

Doors open and close.

The futurologist thinks he knows

What the future holds.

 

But Janus thumbs his nose,

And history goes

On as before;

And where it goes

Heaven only knows.

 

Happy New Year!

A very happy new year to all of my readers! I hope 2024 is a good year for you all.

 

Best wishes. Kevin

Sunlight

This sunlight

On the wall.

The clock’s

Quiet tick tock.

This birdcall.

My dog on this matt.

I know that

All delight ends in night.

Hang the Jumper (a Tongue Twister)

Hang the jumper

On the hanger

In the handy

Hanging wardrobe.

A Kind of Song

I awake by you,

(Your headphones in).

I guess they quiet

The inner din

Of your unquiet mind)

 

Despite my desire

To avoid your fire

I have held you tight

For another night

Finding in your kiss

A kind of passing bliss

Tasting of perfume

Cigarettes and regret.