Lost,
Amidst numberless, fallen leaves
The poet sees
The cost
Of it all.
Nymphs play in Autumn’s sun.
Winter must come.
And the poet sees
Half-forgotten leaves,
Whirled by passion’s passing breeze.
A young lady wearing a very tight dress
Said, “I have so many sins to confess!”.
Then, with a great sneeze
She spoke of the bees.
And burst out of that very tight dress!
I remember you.
Though a brief time
We spent
I recollect your shampoo.
It’s subtle scent
Fades. But a rhyme
May capture the rapture
Of girlie shampoo.
Though never you.
My thanks to Hannah of Echoes in An Empty Room, for including my Selected Poems in her post entitled “Books to Read in Lockdown By Authors You May Not Know”.
For the post please follow this link, https://echoesinanemptyroom.com/2020/11/11/books-to-read-in-lockdown-by-authors-that-you-may-not-know/
The unspoken
Power
Of a flower
Unopened.
It’s heady scent
Does tease
And tempt.
Tis easy to swim
In the sea
Of sin.
And when
Men
Their pleasure crown,
Oh so many men
Go down. and drown.
My friend, whose name is Louise
Is always ready and willing to please.
When I found her in bed
We both turned bright red.
And the vicar spoke of his bees!
They found, in old Pompeii
The ruins of brothels.
What will they say
When they find the remains
Of our passing day?
When a young man named Paul
Said, “all men and women fall”,
That wicked Miss Spink
Gave me a wink.
And Paul fell off the wall!
When anthologised
The poet’s work survives.
He dies.
But every pure thought
(And kink)
Is, forever caught
In ink.
Therefore, I think
That the poet, most wise
Ought to shrink
From being anthologised …
There was a young lady of Dover
Who was fond of rolling in clover.
A cow called Lou
Gave her a chew,
So she left off rolling in clover!
K Morris - Poet 