There was a young milkmaid named Howe
Who owned an extremely large cow.
A young man called Mike
Said “come ride on my bike”.
But the poor girl didn’t know how!
There Was A Young Milkmaid Named Howe
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The Judge And The Prisoner
The judge put the black cap upon his head
And looking at the prisoner in the dock said,
“You are guilty of the slaughter
Of mother, son, father and daughter.
Down the years
You have provoked countless tears
And you shall pay
For your crimes today.
We have drugs that will keep you under control.
You have had your final soul.
I sentence you to perpetual irrelevance.
Now go you hence!”.
The Grim Reaper bowed his knee
And said “so shall it be.
I leave you in the hands of my good friend
Tedium Eternal, for death is at an end …”.
The Rhyme Of Time
The clock
Does mock
His shoes
Her discarded sock.
“Those who in boudoirs stay
Will lose
Time
For they
Being at play
Do not hear
My chime,
Or perhaps out of fear
Turn a deaf ear
To the rhyme
Of time”.
Another poem from my Youtube channel
“I Saw A Great Tent” can be found in my collection of poetry “My Old Clock I Wind”, http://moyhill.com/clock/.
I Hear The Tide’s Roar
I hear the tide’s roar
In a shell
That I keep near to me.
‘Tis some time since I walked along the shore.
But I know well
That the sea
Yearns to be free.
Love Unrequited
“Unrequited” can be found in “Refractions” by K Morris
There Was A Young Lady Named Ling
There was a young lady named Ling.
We met at the start of spring.
She said “nature is budding.
Do have some Christmas pudding”.
But it really wasn’t my fing!
—
There was a young lady named Ling.
We met at the start of spring.
She heaved a great sigh
And said “I don’t know why
The spring it rhymes with Ling”.
Fleeting
My poem, “Leaves Blown At Night”, came to me as I walked with my guide dog, Trigger, on a December evening in Liverpool. The leaves blowing around my feet reminded me of the fleetingness of things and, in particular my own mortality
Though She Be Hot
Though she
Be hot
He knows her not.
Though the maid
She stayed
And she
Be hot
He knows her not.
Though they did converse
Tis perverse
That she
Be hot
Yet he knows her not.
Though she
Be hot
She knows him not.
10 Of The Best Poems About Darkness
A good selection of poems about darkness on the site Interesting Literature, including Thomas Hardy’s “The Darkling Thrush”, which is one of my favourite poems. To read “10 of the best poems about darkness” please visit, https://interestingliterature.com/2018/02/14/10-of-the-best-poems-about-darkness/.
I have myself written several poems about darkness, including “Midnight” which is reproduced below:
“Midnight, black as pitch.
No scheming demon, ghost, nor witch.
Only the darkness, which in the human heart resides,
Manifests itself in cruelty and pride”.
(Taken from “Dalliance; a collection of poetry and prose”, by K Morris, https://www.amazon.com/dp/B00QQVJC7E).
