I often find
The fox’s bark
Fills my mind.
How fast the light
Fades in woodland glades
And becomes the dark
Of suffocating night.
In the park
Where children play
His cold, sharp bark
Seems to say
You spend your day
In the sun
But the night
Blots out light
And your day
Is done.
(The final stanza is very long compared to the first 2 and I am not sure how the poem hangs together. Would welcome the views of my readers. Thanks. Kevin).
When a young lady smoking a cigar
Said, “has anyone seen my new bra?”,
An ageing rake known as Morris
Passed her The Odes of Horace,
But he kept that young lady’s bra!
I can not count
The amount
Of girl’s bare feet
That have passed
Before my glass.
Time depletes
Us all.
Then we fall
Into a bed
Where all
Lust is dead.
Sitting in this darkening room
I feel desire
For a girl’s sweet perfume,
But the flame
Is not the same
As of yore.
For flames die
And turn to ash.
And I
Must pass
From bedroom to tomb
Where love and lust
Are one in dust.
I once had a girlfriend named Jamie
Who said, “this relationship is too samey!”.
When I suggested we see Miss White
She said, “we did that last night!
Lets have Miss Right tonight”, said Jamie …!
There was a young lady named Ria
Who, it being a brand new year,
Drank a whole bottle of wine,
Which was more or less fine,
But then she turned to strong beer …!
K Morris - Poet 