K. Morris's Blog, page 71

Stand and Deliver!

As I walked down a dark street

I met a thief with big feet.

When he said, “stand and deliver!”,

I distracted him with hot liver,

And then I stamped on his feet!

 

Continuity

I touched a split tree

Which still stood

Reminding me

Of the Great North Wood.

 

I am of modernity.

Yet my heart

Is part

Of this old split tree.

 

There stands outside my window

Another tree

Here long before me

 

And when I go

Others seeing these 2 trees

May know they are part

Of nature’s great heart

And know continuity with me.

 

 

Miss Follett and Alice

As I strolled through London’s Crystal Palace

I met a young lady named Alice.

She and Miss Follett

Have borrowed my wallet.

Has anyone seen that Follett or Alice?

The Ageing Reprobate

I have felt the bitter cold

And thought of sinning

With young women

And of how I grow old.

 

I have heard the clock tick

And heels click

In the late evening

And engaged  in couplings and leavings.

 

I have considered right and wrong

And fought the fire

Of my desire

But my lust was very strong.

 

I have pondered on old rakes

And the mistakes

Of my flawed humanity .

And sometimes I see

The Grim Reaper coming for me.

 

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When a Morbid Young Man Named White

When a morbid young man named White

Said, “I may die this very night!”.

I said, “I’ll have your lover

The beautiful and talented Miss Glover”

White said, “yes, that is perfectly alright!”

Winter Churchyard

I heard no birds

In the winter churchyard.

It was just

The cold sky

The tombs

And I

On a darkening afternoon.

Mole Who was Fond of Eating Coal

There once was a man named Mole

Who had a liking for eating coal.

A jolly old squire

Lit a great fire

Which quickly burned Mole and his coal!

The Bachelor

You in just

Your heels.

Me and my lust.

Sometimes it feels

Like love.

But I won’t lie

And go with your pretend

That I am your friend.

 

We have known each other

A long time.

I buy dinner and wine

Then we go back

Like 2 lovers

To my bachelor flat

Where we pretend

At lovers and friends.

 

Next day we chat

Of this and that

Over hot tea.

You smoke a cigarette.

Then leave me

With my regret

And thoughts of how

I am growing old.

 

Minus 3

It will be minus 3 tonight.

The light

Dies fast in winter.

 

 

There is a splinter

Of ice in my heart

With which I make art.

 

 

True, sometimes the sun breaks through.

But for now I rhyme

Of wintertime.

 

Spring will bring birdsong

But winter’s splinter is forever part

Of my poet’s heart.

 

 

Though birdsong does not last long

It may live on

When I am gone

In a rhyme  of my wintertime.

 

Night

Beyond the light

Of the commuter train

The falling night

Is full of rain.

 

I came

From this night

To play in sunlight,

But must return again

To night.