In the dark park
A myriad leaves
Whirl in autumn’s breeze.
And optimists stress
The inevitability of progress.
But these fallen leaves
Do not deceive.
In the Dark Park
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In Harness
As a guide dog owner, I have encountered some rather odd comments and questions. Take, for example, the gentleman who asked me whether my guide dog could read the numbers of buses!
However, the incident yesterday evening surely takes the dog biscuit. On my way home, after having enjoyed drinks with friends, a lady at a bus stop said, “I like your dog’s harness”.
I am known for my sense of humour which does, on occasions verge on the risqué. However, I bit my tongue, smiled and continued on my way home.
On telling a friend about the incident subsequently, he commented that the lady is probably spending her weekend on Google looking for harnesses. Obviously I have no idea what he means …
Home
I never count my steps as I pass
Along the churchyard path.
Though as I have past
By faded old gravestones
And seen the churchyard trees
Bare of summer’s leaves,
I have known all steps lead me home.
Dark and Light
I will close my curtain
And shut out the night.
But it is certain
That light
And dark
Will continue their fight
In my so human heart,
Until light and dark
Are swallowed by night.
On a Cold Autumn Day
On a cold autumn day
I find that time
Has stopped. But my clock
May be wound today.
Yet, one day
I will not
Know the day or time.
She Will Wear Heels for Me
She will wear heels for me.
I will have fun
And when I am done
Thoughts of the setting sun
And of eternal dust
Will come to cool my lust.
The Riddle
After their labours
They kissed him goodbye.
And his neighbours
Asked themselves why
2 young women laboured
Then kissed age goodbye.
Politics and Beer
When a beer loving Socialist named Grub
Went and entered a prestigious Conservative club,
And they said, “why are you here!”,
He said, “I came here for beer,
As the beer here is very good!”.
Debauch
Following a night of great drunkenness and debauch
I found a young lady on my porch.
Her name it was Lou
And she’d lost a shoe.
I wonder, was she part of my debauch?
Snake
So girlie and innocent
In your fearful fascination
With the big snake
In the aquarium.
You took my hand
In that public place.
Such girl-like innocence
And our lost grace.
K Morris - Poet 