As for me,
I am lust.
Dust.
Poetry.
And, maybe,
Love.
As for Me
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Monthly Archives: April 2020
A Young Lady Whose Name Is Mia
A young lady whose name is Mia
Drank 10 pints of beer.
Then, as she felt fine,
She went on the wine,
Which didn’t go well with the beer!
A Young Lady Named Maddie
A young lady named Maddie
Placed an ad for a sugar daddy.
She received lots of replies
From some rather weird guys.
And I sent her my tea caddy.
“Passions: Love Poems and Other Writings, by Gabriela Maria Milton is Now Available for Purchase in the Amazon Kindle Store
Back in 2019, I was priveleged to interview poet and author Gabriela Maria Milton, https://kmorrispoet.com/2019/07/16/interview-with-poet-and-author-gabriela-m/.
On 20 April, Gabriela released “Passions: Love Poems and Other Writings”, https://shortprose.blog/2020/04/21/my-book-passions-love-poems-and-other-writings-was-published-poetry-book-poems-poem/.
I am currently reading Gabriela’s wonderful poetry on my Amazon Echo, via the Echo’s in-built speech. Whilst I have always greatly enjoyed Gabriela’s work, being able to sit in my favourite armchair and listen to her poetry read aloud adds a new and richer dimention to the experience. In my view blogs are a great way of publicising poetry. There is, however no substitute for sitting down with a good book and enjoying the work of poets. This is certainly the case with Gabriela Maria Milton’s poetry.
Kevin
When My Friend Whose Name Is Round
When my friend whose name is Round
Said, “Soon, I shall be cold underground”.
I wept buckets for him.
But his beautiful girlfriend Kim,
She will still be very much around!
Running Track
Some come
In tracksuits
And boots,
Almost fresh from the field.
Others yield
In skirt and stiletto heels.
All play their part.
Then depart,
Back
To the endless,
Friendless,
Running track.
A Young Lady Whose Name Is Shand
A young lady whose name is Shand
Is fond of the one night stand.
She takes the men home
Then, stands all night alone.
She’s a strange young lady is Shand!,
The Changeless Wind, in the Bushes
The changeless wind, in the bushes.
Civilisation rushes
Ever faster.
Then, the disaster
Of corona, makes everything, slow.
Yet I
See bees go,
Busily by.
Cottage Pie
A young man named Guy
Offered me some cottage pie
It had stones and window frames.
So I said, “I’ll refrain.
Would you like a shepherd’s eye?”.
When I Said To My Friend May
When I said to my friend May,
“Do you work for the CIA?”,
She said, with a big smile,
“You have such wit and style.
I don’t want to kill you today!”.
K Morris - Poet 