In the early morning
Few birds I heard.
In the distance
Vehicles passed by.
On such autumn mornings
I have no resistance
To thoughts of mortality.
But half dark
Turns to light
And I must
Shake off dust.
But autumn
Must come
And leaves fall.
When a young lady who is divine
Came round to mine with some wine,
It ended in the lake
With a large cream cake,
And the vicar at just gone 9 …!
A small island in a great sea.
Once, half the world was painted red
And we engaged in slavery.
It is so often said
That the British Empire did no good.
Yet, (having abolished slavery), we patrolled seas
Stopping those who still engaged
In the cruel slave trade.
As I stood
In this remnant
Of the Great
North Wood
I thought on those who hate
This country.
Now our former colonies are free
To have their own mess
(Or progress.
And we
Have the cold sea
And what we
Call progress.
I see sunlight
On my bed.
Perchance we dance
In fleeting light
Then vanish
Into night.
A young lady named Holly
Often leads me into folly.
At just gone midnight
We met Miss White
And rode her shopping trolley!
When a young lady wearing stockings and suspenders
Said, “you men you are all terrible pretenders!”.
They said to her, “Hocking!
Your behaviour Is real shocking!
You should wear more than stockings and suspenders …!”.
I wonder, when I die,
If it be in dream,
Will it seem
That I lie
Abed,
In perpetual dream?
I
Must take care
That my head
Is empty of all nightmare,
Lest, when I am dead
I, forever, dream.
Soon the autumn moon
Will come
And autumn’s milder face
Will replace
The boiling summer sun.
Yet the poet sees
Autumn’s Fallen leaves
Broiled by summer’s sun
Long ‘Ere autumn
Is due to come.
When I found naughty Miss Mabel
Making love on my dining table,
I said to Ted,
“What about my bed?”,
He said, “I prefer Miss Mabel …!”
K Morris - Poet 