You gave to me
Fallen blossom from a tree.
Now I think of thee
When I see
That fading blossom from a tree.
You gave to me
A blanket to keep the cold away
As we
Sat in the garden yesterday.
The thought of Thee
Will stay
With me,
Those precious hours,
Those flowers
That blanket,
And you, with me.
When a young lady by the name of Lou
Asked, “do you love me true?”,
I said, “by the bright stars above
Its you who I love,
But the pub it closes at 2!.
When a young lady whose name is Joan
Said, “please, just leave me alone!”,
I replied with a sigh,
“I am a tolerant guy,
But please, stop calling me on your phone!”.
Scrabbling around
I found
Seeming meaning,,
But ’twas nothing profound.
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I laugh
When they say
That you can discern
History’s path.
Each twist and turn
Of the track
Leads us back
To looking-glass
House where, be it early or late
The fire still burns, in the same old grate
And the king and queen seldom, if ever learn.
The devil is grinning
At man’s obsession
With women.
A confession,
I have been there
And looped the loop to please
A Claire
Or Flair.
The devil is grinning
When certain kind of women
On man’s weakness seize
And draw him in
To sin,
Or simply tease
By hinting that the prize may be won.
In search of fun
Men after women run,
Or desirous of the prize
Of that look
In a girl’s eyes
That says “you are mine
Until the end of time”,
Although this may be mistook
For “you are mine
For the night
But, come the morning light …”.
The devil is grinning
At man’s obsession with women.
The biological drive
Causes us to strive
For that lustful look in a girl’s eyes …
Although it is perfectly true
That there is love too.
When a poet whose name is Lou
Said, “the time it has just gone 2”,
I said, “you have the wrong time,
But at least we can rhyme”,
And then she threw her shoe!
—
When a young lady whose name was Kate
Remarked, “you really do prate!”,
I said, “my pet alligator
Has eaten many a waiter,
But he has never eaten a Kate!”.
When, before 9 am
I hear the clink
Of bottles, I think
On the fine line
Between those who,
Like me
Drink coffee
Or Tea.
And enjoy a pint or 2
(In the afternoon or evening),
And men
Who, before 9 am
Bottles chink
On the quiet street
That does go
Down to Skid Row.
A chance meet.
2 acquaintences greet
And eat.
That night
They did smile
And make polite
Conversation while,
In the background
Behind each word
Was heard
The tick tock
Of her biological clock
Her flirty conversation.
His anticipation
Grew, whilst through
Each word
Could be heard
Tick tock, tick tock.
A tentative invitation to come in
For coffee or tea.
They did chat
About this and that.
Then, she took her hat
And was gone,
Whilst the tick tock
Of the clock
At the head
Of his bed
Continued on,
Unloved
K Morris - Poet 