Another ghost.
Another mocking toast,
How the hands of the clock do turn,
Never to return
To the point before
That particular door
Was unhinged by me.
I see
A procession of sweet ghouls
That call on fools
To follow
Them to the place where the hollow
Slink
Along
And The song of love is told
By the chink
Of gold.
There was a young Conservative called Fred
Who dressed all in red.
His Socialist friend Yvette
Said “I have never yet
Seen a Tory turn so red”!
If I told you what I believe would you call me a reactionary? A liberal, a socialist or some other name?
What would you gain
By labelling me an old stick-in-the mud
Who would
Put the clock back if he could?
Is that in fact what I wish to do,
For you may my words misconstrue
And find I play a game with you!
If you read my poetry through
From cover to cover
You may discover
That my view
Is of a world full of shades of grey,
So, I say
Enjoy when I tease
But please
Do not on my words seize
And put a label on me
For I am free
And simply me.
There was a young man called Jerry
Who was overly fond of sherry.
He drank it all day
And his wife would say
“You will get no sense out of Jerry”!
Thank you to Olivia Emily for reviewing my recently released poetry CD, which features me reading 13 of my poems. For the review please visit, https://libroliv.com/2017/03/07/k-morris-cd-review/.
If you are interested in obtaining a copy of the CD please email me at newauthoronline (at) gmail dot com, (the address is given in this manner in order to deter spammers).
On Monday 6 March, I offered readers the opportunity to win 2 (free) signed copies of my collection of poetry “Lost in the Labyrinth of My Mind” .
I am delighted to announce that George Agak answered correctly and will receive a signed print copy of “Lost in the Labyrinth”.
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One copy of “Lost in the Labyrinth of My Mind” remains to be won.
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There was a young man called Guy
Who worked in a pig sty.
He was rather posh
And would say “golly and gosh”
To the pigs who lived in that sty!
Often do I have cause
For thought, yet seldom pause
Here for long.
Perhaps it is a strong
Desire to forget my fate
Which leads me, (be it early or late),
Without a backward glance
Lest by some mischance
I see my own ghost,
To post-haste, exit the graveyard gate
And enter again
This temporary realm of men.
“Have I heard of you?” she said.
I shook my head
And made reply
With an audible sigh,
“No for I am not yet dead.
But perhaps a paragraph or two
When I am through,
You will peruse
Before passing on to other news
About some celebrity or other, who has fallen from grace
And after whom our moral guardians chase.
Heaven forbid that I should make page three
For better models than me
Have appeared there,
And I would hate to upstage busty Claire
For we are both art
Of a kind.
Beauty resides in the mind of the beholder,
Take your pick, a girl’s bare shoulder
Or a writer’s heart.
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1. “Page 3 is a colloquial term for a feature formerly included in the British tabloid newspaper The Sun.
The phrase originates with the publication of a large photograph of a topless, bare-breasted female glamour model who was usually shown on the print edition’s third page.
The feature first appeared in the newspaper on 17 November 1970 and on the official Page 3 website since June 1999, where it still continues.
The terms “Page 3” and “Page Three” are registered trademarks of News UK, parent company of The Sun, although the feature has been imitated in Britain’s other ‘red top’ tabloids”
(https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Page_3).
2. The “Claire” in the above poem, is purely ficticious and any resemblance to anyone either living or dead is purely coincidental.
