On a spring day
Our shadows passed
Over the woodland grass.
We discussed logs
And how they decay.
As our dogs
Lost themselves in play
I envied them
And pitied we men.
Decay
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Permanence
The rain came
And drummed on the car roof.
Now I sit
Listening to the clock’s steady tick
And thinking on the truth
That clocks, as hearts must stop.
But the rain will remain.
After a Night of Delight with Miss White
After a night of delight with Miss White
We got caught by my wife Mrs Right.
She comes from Bristol
And packs a pistol –
We ducked as she shot out the light!
There Once Was a Demon Named Leeman
There once was a demon named Leeman
Who liked to dress as a seaman.
One day a press gang
Gave his head a bang
And that demon became a real seaman!
When I Met the Devil in Town
When I met the Devil in town,
I looked at him with a frown,
And said to him, “sir!
You must know Miss Flair!
As you are wearing her see-through nightgown!”.
A Garden in Early Spring
In early spring
A flock of pigeons takes flight.
A blackbird sings.
I could decide to go inside
As the temperature has dropped.
Yet, the blackbird has not stopped
His song, which brings delight.
So I stay as the day
Moves, imperceptibly, towards the night.
The Play of the Sunlight
I watch with delight
The play of the sunlight
On my wardrobe.
I came out of night
Unrobed into sunlight
To smile for a while.
And return to night.
There Once Was an Old Man in a Shroud
There once was an old man in a shroud
Who said, “this music is far too loud!”.
They said to him, “Ted!
We thought you where dead!”.
He said, “yes! And this music is too loud!”.
But a Little While
I have known
Hands cold as stone
And the kiss
That brings no bliss.
I have lost myself in lust
And forgot the dust
In a young woman’s painted smile
For a little while.
On this cold spring day
I know my grey
And all girl’s painted smiles
Will, as this day
Stay but a little while.
Magyar
When a young lady wearing no bra
Said, “do you know I’m a Magyar?”,
And I said, “so you are Hungary?”,
She replied, “no, I’ve just had tea!
But I just can’t find my bra!”
K Morris - Poet 