I am no poet, for when,
At 10 AM
Men
Of letters drink beer
You will see
A sight most queer,
Namely me
Drinking tea
Or coffee,
So how can I a poet be?!
At 3 AM
When
Men
Of poetry are kept awake
By young ladies of ill repute,
There can be
No dispute
That you will find me
(Unbound)
Locked In the arms of sleep
Profound,
‘Tis enough to make me weep!
So while others get drunk
As the proverbial scunk
I shall sip my coffee
Or tea
And studiously avoid poetry …
A short dress.
One can caress
At the right price.
Some call it vice
But she has a “nice”
Smile.
There can be no denial
That she will do what she must.
To satisfy their lust,
For she can not afford
To be rigid
As a headboard.
But inside
She is frigid
For love long since died.
(Written in response to https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/frigid/
A clack
Of black
High-heeled shoes.
And bare white
Skin
Says delight
And a ruse
To draw him in …
When he awoke
The folk
He could neither understand
Nor command.
They looked at him with pitty
And made witty
Observations he could not comprehend.
Having no friend
He pondered on whether all that expense
Made sense.
When he had handed over his gold
They had told
Him that “centuries hence
You will be forever free
To be
Whoever you wish to be.
What matter the expense
When you can shatter
This human clay
And forever as a god stay?”
Alone
On his eternal throne
He sits
As wits
Come and go.
I know
Not whether he is content
Nor whether ‘tis the acent
Or the descent of mankind.
Or perhaps many centuries hence
Our descendants will laugh over the expense
Of the vain
Who remain
Frozen in ice.
For the dead can not be broken hearted
And a fool and his money are soon parted.
There was a man called Lear
Who composed a limerick most queer.
When I asked him “why?”
He made no reply.
Lear is dead I fear.
—
The Lear in the above limerick is, of course Edward Lear, the composer of “The Owl And The Pussycat” and numerous other nonsense verses and limericks, https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Edward_Lear.
There was a seagull called Mark
Who lived in my local park.
He ate nothing but bread
And was terribly overfed,
That lazy seagull called Mark!
There was a young lady called Georgia
Who worked as a credit card forger.
When she forged the sherif’s credit card
He took it very hard
And imprisoned her in Georgia!
Me reading my poem “Trees”:
From Tuesday 3rd – Saturday 7th of April, my book ‘Samantha‘ will be available for free download on Amazon UK and Amazon US.
‘Samantha’ tells a story of a young girl forced into prostitution in the city of Liverpool. Can Sam’s love for Peter, a man she meets in a nightclub, save her? Or will Sam end her life in the murky waters of Liverpool’s Albert Dock?
From Saturday 7th – Wednesday 11th of April, my book ‘The Suspect and other tales‘ will also be available for free download on Amazon UK and Amazon US.
‘The Suspect and other tales’ contains stories of the unexpected, ranging from tales of crime and vengeance, through to ghostly happenings in an ancient mansion.
My latest collection of poetry, ‘My old clock I wind and other poems’ is also available on Amazon and can be found on both Amazon UK and Amazon US.
‘My old clock I wind and other poems’ is a collection of 74 new and original poems. It contains both melancholy and more cheerful pieces contrasting the fact that We can enjoy life – but at the same time cannot escape its inevitable end.
We laugh
As we pass
Along life’s path.
There are tears too
It’s true,
For me and you
My friend,
For every year
Must have it’s end.
My previous collection of poetry ‘Lost in the labyrinth of my mind’ is also available on Amazon UK as well as Amazon US.
‘Lost in the labyrinth of my mind‘ is a collection of poems about nature, love, and life in general.
Kevin
Me reading my poem ‘This snow’.
K Morris - Poet 