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Monthly Archives: August 2015
One Night Stand
The passage of time muddles the brain, I don’t recall your name.
Perhaps Marie or Melisa, no matter its all the same.
Though some would consider it shocking, it meant absolutely nothing,
You kept on your stockings,
I feared my neighbours knocking.
It signified everything and nothing,
A girl in suspenders and stockings.
Different Kinds of Poetry
The Dying Year
Sounds painful to hear.
The dying year.
Leaves turn from green to brown.
His growing frown.
Death patiently waits,
As time, with gnarled fingers reaches for the gate.
London Rain
The platitudinous things people say,
The rain will wash them all away.
The rat race of a London day,
The rain will cleanse this all away.
Rain, nature’s balm to a troubled mind,
Within us inner peace we find.
A quiet place in which to dwell,
Aloof from this London hell.
A Goat Ate My Coat
While swimming in a moat,
A goat ate my coat.
I was annoyed for awhile
But relieved it wasn’t a crocodile!
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Shower
Time, as the shower runs away.
Will she not stay?
Each line upon the face,
Speaks of her fading grace.
The girl’s plaster smile.
He is in denial.
“Will you remain a while?”
He asks.
“No, this can not last.
I see the chasm yawning vast.
The hours,, like sand run away.
The dawn rises, I can not stay”.
The Spider And The Fly
The spider in his own web entangles,
Struggles exstatically, then slowly strangles.
The fly sucks the spider dry.
Smiling sweetly, to see him die.
K Morris - Poet 