These fallen leaves
Blown by Autumn breeze
Call to me
And say, “be free”
The wild wind
Blows strong and free.
While these leaves
Blow hither and thither
In the breeze.
I would rather be
The eternal wind.
But if I could fly
Like these Autumn leaves.
I might, for a while
Feel I was free.
I met a young lady of Chester
Who is known as a bed tester.
When I found her in mine
It was after much wine
Singing songs with a jester from Manchester!
Autumn leaves must turn to dust
And young lovers who once dallied
By the life-giving stream
Enter death’s dark Alley
And forever dream.
There once was a Gladioli called Gladdis
Who fell in love with a radish.
But a jealous old cabbage
Turned really quite savage,
As he loved that Gladioli named Gladdis!
There once was a poet named Hind
Who said, “the best is all behind!
My once great verse
It grows steadily worse!
And the critics all kick my behind!”.
The fall of rain does, I find
Help to calm my mind.
It is hypnotic like the clock,
Or young women in heels who stop
At midnight doors and knock,
And hypnotise my mind.
But rain remains
While girls who knock
do not.
Burglar Caught in Rome Mid-Heist While Taking a Break to Read Homer’s The Iliad
Its heartening to know that there exist those of a literary bent in the criminal community!
To be serious for a moment. If this (suspected)thief is convicted, and whilst imprisoned develops his love of literature, it is to be hoped that he will “sin no more” on his release from jail.
Some years back, (before Covid), I visited Brixton prison with friends to eat in the restaurant run by some of the prisoners. The idea behind the restaurant was to teach the prisoners skills so they could obtain gainful employment on their release into the community. Whilst the preparation of food is not the same as developing a love of the written word, hopefully our (alleged) literary thief will, if found guilty, develop his skills in a direction other than house breaking whilst in prison.
For anyone interested in the Clink charity which runs the restaurant in Brixton prison, you can find out more here Brixton – The Clink Charity : The Clink Charity
Their youthful passion unlocks.
She loses shoes and frock.
Then the vicar knocks …!
I remember your name
And how the thunder came.
“The lightning is exciting”,
You said. On my bed
There was no lightning.
I have taken some pleasure
When the humid weather
Is cooled by the rain.
But the inner storm warns
“Everything remains the same”.
When I attended a singles swingers party
With the great and the somewhat arty,
A young lady named Claire
Tied me up with Flair.
Those knots they were really quite arty!
K Morris - Poet 