In the dark
An urban
Fox’s bark
Pierces my heart.
I maintain
The urbane.
Amongst friends.
But, in the end,
The glass is thin
Betwixt me and him.
In the Dark
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Category Archives: musings
Acrostic
Provider of pleasure.
Romance isn’t free.
Oldest profession
Some say.
Time has a price
In your brief arms.
The clock jingles.
Under the sheet
They meet.
Eagerness of him.
Some say sin.
Shadows of the Past
My shadow in front of me.
Leaves fall from a nearby tree.
I think of an old England
I never knew.
Is all I understand
Or maybe half-see
The reality of me?
What is true
When the many/few
Call for Britain’s statues to fall,
And label me merely a reactionary?
Eternity
Shall I intrude
Into their quietude?
The wind sings
As I,
Alone
Pass by
Gravestone.
Time has stopped,
For those below.
I have the clock
And somewhere to go.
But the wind sings
Softly to me
In the churchyard tree.
If We Had Met, Other Than We Did
If we had met,
Other than we did
Perchance the fast dance
Would end in friend.
But you had
Your need
To feed.
And I was glad
For I had
My loneliness and lust
To lose
For a while
In a girl’s smile.
But dust
I can not escape
In the loss
Of high-heel shoe
And girl’s short cape
A Poem from “The Selected Poems of K Morris”
Shadows on the wall,
I recall.
One can not catch a shade,
For it is made
Of Moonbeams
And passing dreams.
(Shadows on the Wall can be found in my Selected Poems, which can be accessed here https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07WW8WXPP/.).
My Libertarian Friend
My friend, who is a staunch libertarian
Has purchased a large brand new aquarium
Wherein all the fishes swim
Imprisoned in glass and tin.
And my friend he’s a staunch libertarian !
A Connoisseur Reflects
“The nervousness before.
I am sure
She feels it too.
But that door
We have walked through
Many times before.
And after polite conversation
With girls of diverse nations,
I take my wine.
But it’s a fact
That so often anticipation
Is better than the act.”
Bramble
A tall bramble
Fed by rain
Caught my eye.
The bramble
Will remain
Fed by rain
From a troubled sky.
And man may stay,
Or simply die.
A Man’s Pleasure
She asked me
What I like
One summer night.
I told her.
‘Twas no affair.
Just a man’s passing pleasure
With one who would never
Be his under normal circumstance.
A quick dance
For my pleasure
In summer weather.
And the clock …
