“Jig jig”,
She said,
Caring not a fig
For another stranger’s bed.
Her name forgot,
The circumstance not.
Jig Jig
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Category Archives: musings
Spring
A young woman’s perfume
On a spring afternoon.
We guys vie, try
To impress.
Our grey
On her spring day.
Love’s Sting
Sometimes I have seen
The night light gleam
On angels whose wings
Have been clipped
By lustful lips,
Meaning love’s sting
Is not their thing.
Anyone for Tea?
I know a young man named Lot
Who went and bought a chocolate teapot.
I all you good people warn
To avoid the sweet rose’s thorn!
And hot tea in Lot’s chocolate teapot!
On Hearing Crows
On hearing crows
Macbeth and death
Fill my mind.
Though death goes
In many clothes.
Still I find
That black crows
Peck my mind.
A Yellow Dog
A yellow dog
In yellow sun.
You take delight
In spring sunlight.
Your time
Has come.
My brindle friend
Enjoyed the sun.
All things end.
The wind’s gust
Blows all dust
Under the sun.
(In the above poem, the reference to the yellow dog is to my current guide dog Apollo, whilst “my brindle friend” refers to my former guide dog Trigger, who died in September 2020).
Forgetful Miss Mar
A most forgetful young lady named Mar
Is well known for losing her bra.
My friends Bill and Joe
Like to confuse Miss Flow,
By returning to her the wrong bra …!
An Image of the Poster Advertising My Poetry Reading on Wednesday 30 March
On 8 March, I posted regarding my forthcoming poetry reading at the Upper Norwood Library Hub, at 7 pm on Wednesday 30 March, https://kmorrispoet.com/2022/03/08/poetry-reading-at-the-upper-norwood-library-hub-at-7-pm-on-wednesday-30-march-2022/.
Below is an image of the poster advertising that event.
Does Grammar Matter?
A thought provoking view regarding the importance of grammar, https://capx.co/theres-nothing-kafkaesque-about-learning-the-rules-of-english-grammar/.
I must confess to having forgotten some of the rules which, as a child where inculcated into my young mind.
A Simple Rhyme About the Springtime
A simple rhyme
About the springtime
And hours
Amidst flowers
Where sweet love grows
And the rose goes
