There are no ghosts amidst these trees
Just an autumn breeze. and bittersweet memories.
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I Collected A Conker
I collected a conker
A few weeks back.
I have it still.
But will
Forever, lack
You who
Collected it with me.
Dog Shadows
I awoke,
With a start
To a bark.
But you spoke
Not. And now I pass
Your shadow, on the grass.
A Poet’s Thoughts
Young women lead men astray.
But I find writing
So much more inviting
Yet, on a hot day
A poet’s thoughts may
Turn (’tis most perverse,
To something other than verse …
When A Young Lady Riding A Horse
When a young lady riding a horse
Said, “you and I must quickly divorce!”.
I said, “my dear Yvette
We have only just met.
And I’m here to shoe this horse!”.
When A Young Man Along With His Spouse
When a young man along with his spouse
Said, “I’ve come to shoot all your grouse,
In this fine old dining room ,
By the light of the moon.
I kicked them both out of my house!
I Heard Leaves Fall
I heard
Leaves fall.
Then, a solitary bird
Did call,
As I stood
In Autumn’s wood.
And I did comprehend,
Beauty, and a friend.
When A Young Lady Sitting On A Cushion
When a young lady sitting on a cushion
Said, “we need to have a serious discussion”.
I said, “that’s fine.
Have some more wine.
And I will join you on your cushion!”.
Forbidden Pleasures
Dark horses.
Overstretched police forces.
Unenforceable measures.
Household’s secret pleasures.
Criminals run amok.
Police on doors knock
(Probably not),
To enforce
What,
Of course
Can not
Be enforced.
To A Departed Dog (Dedicated To Trigger)
Sometimes I see
You in front of me,
Or imagine you at
My side. I
Go to pat
You under the table,
Where you so often sat.
I am not able.
You are not coming back.
K Morris - Poet 