Monthly Archives: March 2019

The Flavour Of The Month Is Change

A flurry
Of skin against skin.
No need to curry
Favour, for the flavour
Of the month, soon will change.
“Call me”, she will say,
Then hurry
Away, to another flurry
Of skin against skin.
For there is no need to curry
Favour, for the flavour
Of the month is change.

On My Way Through The Churchyard At Midnight

On my way through the churchyard at midnight
I saw a young lady in white.
She sat on a post
Eating hot buttered toast,
And one grave it yawned empty that night.

3 Poems By Poet Toby Wheeler

I posted recently regarding a poetry reading (which has now taken place), https://kmorrispoet.com/2019/03/08/forthcoming-poetry-reading-and-a-selected-poems/. For various reasons the attendance was small, however this added to the intimacy of the occasion, as my fellow poets and I where able to interact much more with the audience than would have been possible, had the event been a larger gathering.

One of the poets who participated in the event was my friend, Toby Wheeler. Toby has kindly given permission for 3 of his poems to be reproduced below. Please note, all of these poems are copyright of Toby Wheeler and may not be reproduced without the explicit written permission of the poet.

We’d Fly Rings Around the Moon

On quiet nights,

I think of you

And the thought of your embrace.

If only your heart would know me,

We’d fly rings around the Moon.

When the sun breaks

And I wake

To find I am in love,

I get this hurt,

That lingers.

If only your heart would open,

We’d fly rings around the Moon.

To be your lover by night

And friend by day,

And really get to know you.

If only it would be – I know,

That one day,

We’d fly rings around the Moon.

You know I would,

I’d slash the sky

To spend a day with you.

And if you loved me true,

And dreams could be,

We would fly rings around the Moon.

Driftwood

Rolling on the ocean foam,

With skies above

And sharks below,

I ramble round the seven seas – to nowhere.

I twist in the current and churn with the waves,

Tempests crash,

Hurricanes pass,

The sunny days are welcome.

The peace and cold and wetness told,

And creatures use my shade as home;

For I’m shelter where hurt fish cry,

A lushes shade in this vastness supply.

But now I pose in a man-made shade

In an earthwork dug from spades;

As I reached a shore, was grabbed and adorned,

And in a landscape garden here was laid.

I wanna be your cup of tea

I wanna be the taste in your tea and the brew that makes you stormy,

I wanna be the Earl Grey’s warmth, that kisses and keeps you cosy;

I wanna be the soothing sip that ah-s you while at work; and be that very mug of builders that quenches your morning thirst;

I wanna be the honey lemon that always makes you smile, and be the one you moan to, over a camomile;

I wanna be your PG Tips, your Yorkshire on the side,

And love me like milk with one sugar, and keep me by your side;

At night I’ll be your human cosy, that’s sure to keep you warm,

And whatever life may throw at us, a cuppa will keep us calm.

I don’t want much, just want your love, the Earl to your Lady Grey;

And promise me you’ll let me be, forever your favourite, cup of tea.

You May Lie

You may lie
Back and think
Of your native lands,
And sigh
So he will think
In his drink
That his hands
And unshaven kiss
Have tipped you
Into the abyss
Of bliss

In his heart
(The better part)?
He may know
That it is not so,
But drink
Causes many a man to think
The untrue is true,
(But there are sober fools too).
And you,
do you Do
What you Need to
When you take the cash
Of the lonely, brash
And rash?

Whats In A Name?

A Rose is a Rose by any other name,
And as for Jane
She will remain
The same
Old Jane.

A Paul is a Paul by any other name,
But what if Paul paints his Toes
And becomes a Rose
Or Jane.
Tell me, what is in a name?

Inocent As Flowers

Inocent as flowers
Girls build ivory towers.
They reach for the sun
Hoping for a prince to come,
A boy
Who will bring joy
And love,
And protect
Them from harm.

He shows respect.
His charm
Would disarm
The most protective of mothers.
Her brothers
Think him a great guy,
But I
Know how lovers Come
And go
And how quick the gentle sun
Can turn and burn
The flower
In it’s oh so fragile tower

One Day

“One Day” originally appeared here in 2015, https://kmorrispoet.com/2015/12/23/one-day/. A friend subsequently commented to me (in person, not on this blog), that the poem could equally apply to both readers and writers. He had a point. However I had writers/authors in mind when I penned the piece, hence my poem stands as originally written.

Kevin

I Wanted To Write A Poem Most Serious

I wanted to write a poem most serious
But, fearing it would be deleterious,
I wrote a very bad verse,
Causing my readers to curse,
Which really was very serious!