I walk the man-made
Woodland path,
Where past
Lovers played.
Today, lovers still laugh,
And sigh.
Whilst I
Pass by
An old oaktree,
Which has stood
In this ancient wood,
Long before, them, and me.
I walk the man-made
Woodland path,
Where past
Lovers played.
Today, lovers still laugh,
And sigh.
Whilst I
Pass by
An old oaktree,
Which has stood
In this ancient wood,
Long before, them, and me.
You may speak of morality
But when
Lonely men
Feel their mortality,
What chance
Has philosophise,
When man can
Enjoy The ancient dance,
Of a professional’s, calculating, eyes?
There once was a young lady named Mystery
Who believed in the Whig version of history.
She would constantly stress
The inevitability of progress.
But her reasoning, it remains shrouded in mystery!
I saw blossom on a bush,
And thought on how many men
Rush,
To entomb,
The bloom!
Whilst walking around the great London Planetarium
I met a wild eyed Libertarian,
Who said, “sir, don’t you see
That we must have complete liberty!”.
Then he jumped into a passing aquarium!
One black,
The other white.
How does one unpack
The fantasy
Of 3?
A man’s delight
Comprised in breasts.
Wondering on the point
Of her firm chest,
And her friend’s,
Flatter, chest.
What are the ends
Of play?
It was not
Unusually hot.
But the temperature was okay
For them to stay
Outside
The bedclothes.
Who decides
Whether a fantasy
For the number
3 ,
Should move from slumber
To the reality
Of a half hour
With flowers,
Not his?
I recently blogged regarding the actor, David Vickery’s kind offer to read poems submitted to him on the subject of the Corona Virus, https://kmorrispoet.com/2020/04/17/share-your-poems/.
I am delighted to be able to announce that my poem, “At A time of Social Distancing”, is now available on Youtube and can be found here, https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JFwdVUyS_cs&list=UUERRl7-EinGfUMCKePVlD3A.
In addition to “At A Time of Social Distancing”, David has also recorded a number of other poems, all of which can be found on his Youtube (please see link above).
Kevin
As for me,
I am lust.
Dust.
Poetry.
And, maybe,
Love.
Back in 2019, I was priveleged to interview poet and author Gabriela Maria Milton, https://kmorrispoet.com/2019/07/16/interview-with-poet-and-author-gabriela-m/.
On 20 April, Gabriela released “Passions: Love Poems and Other Writings”, https://shortprose.blog/2020/04/21/my-book-passions-love-poems-and-other-writings-was-published-poetry-book-poems-poem/.
I am currently reading Gabriela’s wonderful poetry on my Amazon Echo, via the Echo’s in-built speech. Whilst I have always greatly enjoyed Gabriela’s work, being able to sit in my favourite armchair and listen to her poetry read aloud adds a new and richer dimention to the experience. In my view blogs are a great way of publicising poetry. There is, however no substitute for sitting down with a good book and enjoying the work of poets. This is certainly the case with Gabriela Maria Milton’s poetry.
Kevin
Some come
In tracksuits
And boots,
Almost fresh from the field.
Others yield
In skirt and stiletto heels.
All play their part.
Then depart,
Back
To the endless,
Friendless,
Running track.