The thunder spoke
And I awoke
To heavy rain.
I lay awake
Pondering on lakes
And climate change.
I took pleasure
In rainy weather
As a child
But this wild
Storm warns
Of change.
The Thunder Spoke
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As I Boarded a First Class Carriage
As I boarded a first class carriage
I met a young lady from Harwich.
When she suggested an affair,
I said to her, Claire!
Not here! in this first class carriage!”
A Young Man Wearing Only One Sock
A young man wearing only one sock
Spent all his days saying “tick tock”.
When they said to him, “Hocking,
Have you lost a stocking?”,
He said, “no, I’ve lost a clock!”
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You Should Always Write What you Know
I met a young lady named Flow
Who said, “always write what you know”.
So I wrote something rude
And more than just crude,
And got sued by wicked Miss Flow
A Poem from My Further Selected Poems
During a recent visit to my family in Liverpool, I visited Woolton wood. My trip to the wood took in a visit to the Walled Garden, https://www.merseyforest.org.uk/things-to-do/walks-bike-rides-and-more/walks/woolton-woods-and-camphill/.
In this peaceful spot, I spent some little time admiring the memorial benches and floral cuckoo clock, which feature in my poem “In Memory of”:
“A bench replete
With flowers
In winter’s wood.
Hours
Incomplete
Marked by a stone
Clock with lost hands.
We go into the unknown
Wood.
But perhaps a bench may stand
To commemorate
Those who, of a late
Winter afternoon,
Think on nature’s passing bloom.”
“In Memory of” can be found in my collection “The Further Selected Poems of K Morris”, which is available from Amazon in Kindle and paperback, https://www.amazon.co.uk/Further-Selected-Poems-Morris-ebook/dp/B08XPMGD3F.
Brief
Church bells briefly heard.
Something falls
From an autumn tree.
A solitary
Bird briefly calls,
Maybe to me.
An Idle Thought
An idle thought.
Is it mere coincidence
That the word lust
Rhymes with dust?
Shoes Left Bereft
She left her shoes
Outside my front door.
I remember no booze.
Perhaps my neighbours saw
A young woman’s shoes
Bereft at my door
And thought I ought
To be more discreet
About young women’s feet.
But a girl’s shoes
Had been left bereft
At my door before …
As I Boarded the 7 pm Train
As I boarded the 7 pm train
I met a young lady named Elane.
We went real fast
Then, at long last
The driver began to drive that train …!
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