The changeless wind, in the bushes.
Civilisation rushes
Ever faster.
Then, the disaster
Of corona, makes everything, slow.
Yet I
See bees go,
Busily by.
The Changeless Wind, in the Bushes
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Category Archives: musings
Clock Watching
Firm breasts
To caress.
A most private place
For him To trace.
Her socks
Kept on.
He could not
Command the hands
Of the clock
Which moved, inexorably, on.
Lou
“Oh Lou, do take off your shoe,
And let down your long blonde hair”.
“There is no harm in that sir.
And as for my shoe,
I’ll do that for you.
But, sir I have 2?”.
“Lou, take off both your shoe”.
“Sir, you must mean shoes.
I beg you to use
Correct grammar, as all gentlemen should!”.
“Dear Lou, please would
You remove your stockings?”.
“Sir, cease your mocking.
I’m not wearing stockings!”.
“Oh dear Lou, that all-in-one
Dress could soon be gone.
Please, do take it off”.
“Sir, you are so extremely persistent,
And I’ve never before been resistant.
But, don’t you hear the cough
Of yonder red-faced shop assistant!”.
Beauty Queen
Men dream
Of a beauty queen.
A few find romance
In Aphrodite’s dance.
Her bare
Arms
And each pert breast
Possess
Such charms.
But, if she be
Merely beauty,
It preys on his mind,
That behind
That pretty face
Lies a vacant place.
Her perfume is sweet
At night.
But, come morning’s light
Body odours defeat
And fresh perfume
Must fill the room.
Yet he
Is as she
And must
Wash and brush.
I
Know that Lust
Has a short sell by date,.
And both love and lust
End in dust.
Wordplay
A bird
I heard,
Brought peace.
And my wordplay
Did cease,
For today
At least.
Are All the Single Young Men and Women
Are all the single
Young men and women
Forgoing the sweet tingle
Of sinning,
And spending their time
In rhyme,
While
We are in lockdown?
I smile
And think
That some may drown
In drink,
Whilst others dream.
But much, you know
Will go
Unseen.
Though the odd neighbour may snitch
On those who scratch an itch …
In Mid April
In mid April
The birds sing
And start
A rill
Of hope in my heart.
Surely this Covid thing
Will pass?
But, for now lad
And lass
Are glad
That birds still sing
In spring.
Meets
Back seat
Car meets.
Or a certain hotel,
That she knows well.
Birds sing
In spring.
At 19,
What does she dream?
Share Your Poems
I recently blogged regarding an opportunity for poets to have their poems aired, https://kmorrispoet.com/2020/04/08/an-opportunity-for-poets-to-have-their-work-aired/.
The organiser, David Vickery, has created a Facebook page to promote the sharing of poems concerning COVID-19, which can be found here, https://m.facebook.com/profile.php?id=100049345031282.
You can find David’s Youtube where he reads poems on Corona/Covid-19 which have been submitted to him here, https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCERRl7-EinGfUMCKePVlD3A.
As of today (17 April), David has uploaded 1 poem, which can be found here, https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=f8S6YZQjCzw.
If you are interested in contacting David and having your poem read, please follow the above links
Kevin
A Humorous Reimagining of Church of England Services in the Light of the Corana Virus/Covid-19
A humorous reimagining of Church of England services in the light of the Corana Virus/COVID-19, https://www.salisburyreview.com/blog/certain-amendments-to-the-liturgy-and-hymnody-of-the-church-of-england-for-the-duration-of-the-present-emergency/.
K Morris - Poet 