A young man driving a large hearse
Said, “this verse is unfinished and terse”. …
A Young Man Driving a Large Hearse
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Fallen Blossom
I found
Blossom on the ground
Which brought
To mind the thought,
We all,
As the blossom, fall.
When a Young Lady Whose Hobby is Flogging
When a young lady whose hobby is flogging
Said, “do you think I should start blogging?”,
I said, “dear Miss Kipp,
Please, put down that whip!
And change your hobby from flogging to blogging!”
Birds in the Early Morning
When, at 6 am, I
Walked in the woods nearby,
Expecting to hear the birds,
(As I have often heard
Them sing in early morn).
Few birds I heard
For as I slept
The dawn
She crept
Softly by.
After the Ball
When I visited you
In your parent’s house
I doubt you knew
How I wanted you.
I remember your spouse
(To be).
Did he
Know
I wanted you
So?
After the ball
An owl called
And you said
How the owl’s cry
In the dark park
Was “sexy”, and I
Thought of bed
And went home
To tea, alone.
In the Ancient Wood I Stood
In the ancient wood I stood
And saw many a fallen tree
Brought low by storm.
They spoke to me
Of how shadows grow
On an English lawn,
In summertime. And of Kipling’s rhyme.
For he foresaw how empires go.
Do the Chinese and Russians know
What Kipling told not long ago?
(Note: for anyone who has not done so, I recommend reading Kipling’s “Recessional”, in which he warns against the arrogance of imperialism, and foresees the loss of the British Empire).
Miss Mabel and the Table
When I met an adventurous young lady named Mabel
Who said, “do you want me on this table?”,
I said, “I’ve met many young women
Who spend all their lives in sinning,
And, my dear Mabel, that table is very unstable!”
The Unseeing Clock
A clock does tick.
Hands of terror grip
An innocent child, while
The impersonal tick tock
Of the unseeing clock
Speaks of cruelty and power.
In childhood, an hour
Can be an eternity.
Happy Easter!
I would like to wish all of my readers a very happy Easter! Whether you celebrate with family, are celebrating alone, (or do not celebrate at all), may your day be a pleasant one.
Very best wishes. Kevin
In An English Garden
In an English garden
I heard a blackbird
And thought on England,
And on how we
English, are still,
More or less,
Free.
K Morris - Poet 