Standing under this rain drenched tree
I hear the breeze
That rustles the leaves
Whisper to me.
Then, a sneeze,
Brings me back to reality.
Standing Under This Rain Drenched Tree
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Monthly Archives: June 2019
We Start Our Play
We start our play
At break of day
In joy or sorrow,
And when sleep does us take
We pray
That we shall wake
To play
Another day.
Updates to my Soundcloud and Instagram
I have uploaded six new poems to my Soundcloud:
Please note I have added a Soundcloud widget, which allows you to listen to the content without leaving WordPress.
In addition, I have added a number of new pictures and content to my Instagram which can be accessed here.
When A Young Lady Whose Name Is Bess
When a young lady whose name is Bess
Said, “my sins I must confess”,
I made prompt reply,
“No priest am I,
And your hair is a terrible mess!”.
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When a young lady whose name is Bess
Said, “my sins I must confess”,
I said, with a sigh,
“No priest am I,
Now please put on your dress!”.
I Flick Through Contacts On My Mobile Phone
I flick through
Contacts on my mobile phone.
True they
Make it easy to
Keep in touch by phone
Or text,
Although it does vex
Me that technology
Renders memory
Unnecessary, for why keep
In your head
Numbers stored on the cold phone?
And you sleep
Forever in a house of stone,
Your number, dead,
On my useless phone.
I Shall Sit Under This Graveyard Tree
I shall sit under this graveyard tree
And think on Gray’s Elegy.
The ploughman is as a sod
As are the great.
Oft of an evening late
I ponder on Gray
Who, one day
Wrote an Elegy
Which resonates now with me.
His verse will live on
Long after I am gone
And I doubt not
That this tree
Which overlooks this graveyard plot
Will outlast me.
When A Young Lady Named Pam
When a young lady named Pam
Published a poem on Instagram,
Many said, “she is witty,
And really rather pretty”,
But the author, he sued that Pam!
When A Poet Whose Name Is Power
When a poet whose name is Power
Composed a poem entitled The Flower,
Some thought it was about a girl
And others that it concerned a pearl,
But it was simply about a flower!
Sometimes My Heart Is Still
A poem written by me in 2017, and now re-posted here.
Sometimes my heart is still
Up here on this hill,
High above sea level.
There is no devil
Calling to me
And I hear,
Loud and clear
The bird so wild and free
Singing,
His song for a moment bringing
An end
To all I pretend
To be …
When A Young Lady Whose Name Is Gale
When a young lady whose name is Gale
Said “my love ’tis for sale”,
Her friend, Bishop Lee
Looked at the sea,
And suggested they go for a sail.
K Morris - Poet 