You can tie it up in a bow
With pretty wrapping
And say “it is not so”.
But, when there comes a tapping
At the door
Both parties know
What she is there for.
You Can Tie It Up In A Bow
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Girls Wise Beyond Their Years
Girls wise beyond their years.
Men who forget
regret, Then
do it all
Again
To forget.
And tears fall
On all
The Church Going Girl
The church going girl
May set the rake’s head in a whirl
And touch his heart
With her artless art.
He may amend his life
And take her to wife
For has the leopard not
The power to change his spot?
A Pretty Young Lady Named Hogg
A pretty young lady named Hogg
Owns a rather large dog.
When she comes round to mine
We drink fine wine
And then we walk the dog …
Happy New Year
I see Janus looking forward and back. I hope that 2019 sees the god of doorways smiling upon you.
With very best wishes – Kevin
A walk through Spa Woods
Earlier this afternoon I took a walk with my friend Shanelle through Spa Woods, which is situated some few minutes walk from my home. Prior to entering the woods, one comes across Tivoli Lodge, built in 1830 by Decimus Burton. Initially it served as the entrance lodge to Royal Beulah Spa and Pleasure Gardens, though the Spa has now been demolished.
Please see photos of our walk and the woods below:
Myself and Trigger outside of Tivoli Lodge.
Myself and Trigger outside of Tivoli Lodge, but with me smiling this time!
A close-up of one of the trees.
The trees along the path.
Close-up of a tree.
Myself and Trigger on the path.
Looking back, at the end of the path.
A number of my poems have been inspired by Spa Woods, including the below:
In the Woods Dark Heart
“In the wood’s dark heart,
The breeze,
Whispers in the trees,
Words that I cannot comprehend.
May God send
Me peace
And this breeze
Never cease.”
The above poem can be found in ‘The Writer’s Pen and other Poems’. You can get the audio book here for the UK and here for the US.
Audio-book cover for ‘The Writer’s Pen and other Poems’.
There Once Was A Poet Called Purse
There once was a poet called Purse
Who’s poems became steadily worse.
His work was so bad
That it drove the critics quite mad
So they paid him to stop writing verse!
The Alternative Acknowledgements (humour)
(The below is written firmly with my tongue in my cheek. Well maybe …)!
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I would like to thank the following for their assistance in completing this book:
My editor, for taking my meagre gains from my literary eforts. (any remaining errors are, needless to say entirely his responsibility, and nothing to do with me squire!).
My partner, Miss Slapdash for her terrible cooking which, being wholly inedible drove me back to my study thereby encouraging me to write.
My publican, Mr Dodgy Geezer for serving what he calls beer, and the various ner-do-wells who frequent the Last Chance Saloon. The activities and conversations of these good people has provided me with literary material for many a year to come.
Finally I would like to extend a special thanks to my lawyer, Mrs Sue ‘Em before they Sue You, for her tireless eforts in fending off the many and various lawsuits which come my way. Her cheque is in the post, honest it is …!
Signed, an author, somewhere
The Evening Bird Has the Last Word
The evening bird
Has the last word
Ere night closes.
In on virtue and sin.
The poet supposes
That another sun
Will come
and he will thrill
To birdsong once more.
Ere his day is o’er.
On Going to Bed Last Night
On going to bed last night
I met a young woman in white.
When I said, “please leave!”.
She said, “can’t you perceive
That you are in the wrong room tonight …?!”.
—
On going to bed last night
I met a young lady in white.
When I asked, “who are you?”
She said, “have you seen my left shoe?
And this dress it is far too tight!”.
K Morris - Poet 