Dark horses.
Overstretched police forces.
Unenforceable measures.
Household’s secret pleasures.
Criminals run amok.
Police on doors knock
(Probably not),
To enforce
What,
Of course
Can not
Be enforced.
Sometimes I see
You in front of me,
Or imagine you at
My side. I
Go to pat
You under the table,
Where you so often sat.
I am not able.
You are not coming back.
I am delighted to announce that my poem “England On The Eve of World War I”, has been included in “WORLD POETRY PEACEATHON : WORLD POETRY ANTHOLOGY”. Many thanks to Ariadne Sawyer and all those involved in Vancouver Co-Op Radio’s The World Poetry Reading Series.
To read a sample, or to purchase the book, please visit this link, https://www.amazon.ca/dp/B08FZWKY94.
In a dream she undresses.
Gives absent caresses.
There is no right or wrong,
Just the most ancient of song.
And man’s fear of dust,
Unsatiated by lust.
Pick your fights wisely my friend.
You may pretend
That you can stop the clock.
Of course, you may
The clock’s hands stay,
Or mock time
In a rhyme.
But, in the end
Your inner clock
Will stop,
My friend.
I straightened your bed
No tears I shed.
Then I found
Your toy that squeaks
On the ground.
It still squeaks.
A girl’s pretty lashes
Must turn to ashes.
And man’s desire
Forever, cool.
For only the fool
Imagines fire,
In the tomb’s gloom.
On 3 September, I posted my poem “Dog Bed”, https://kmorrispoet.com/2020/09/03/dog-bed/.
The poem as originally posted consists of 3 stanzas. However, I now feel that the second verse is unnecessary. Consequently I have revised the poem, which now consists of 2 stanzas. The revised poem can be found below:
The mark
Of your teeth is still there,
On your old dog bed.
I walk in the park,
Where
The dead
Leaves lie.
Shadows on the grass
Mistook for an old friend.
All things pass,
However much we pretend
Otherwise. You closed your eyes,
And left your mark
Upon my heart.
She took her face
To the market place
And found therein,
Much wealth through sin.
She practiced love’s art.
And her heart,
Became as tin.
I wrote, on Wednesday 2 September, about the sad loss of my long-time friend and guide dog Trigger, https://kmorrispoet.com/2020/09/02/trigger/.
As I lay in bed last night, I remembered happier times, including Trigger’s antics in my office. He was, as the below poem shows, extremely fond of helping himself to my colleague’s lunches. Indeed a former manager of mine refered to Trigger’s “victory Roll”, during which he would run up and down the office, at great speed after having consumed the lunch of one of my happless colleagues!
The Hungry Hound:
I am Trigger.
My stomach is bigger
Than you think.
Your lunch will be gone in the blink
Of an Eye.
Then away I fly.
Should you ask “who stole my lunch?” I reply
“Nnot I
But, dear reader, I lie …!..
I have been known to eat plastic.
My reach is elastic.
You think your food Safe?
My friend brace
Yourself for a shock
For I will gobble the lot!
Be it ever so hot!
