When a gentleman said, “I maintain
That you sir, are extremely vain!”,
I said, “that I deny.
I’m a very modest guy,
Who can’t help his superior brain!”.
Tuesday Humour – Vanity
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Category Archives: musings
A Poem Inspired By My Walk in Spa Woods
The path taken less often than I should,
This tranquil track through a nearby wood.
A spot with trees for walls
Where sunlight through the branches falls.
An oasis from the urban din
I find a quiet place within.
An inner space where the heart can be still,
A peaceful spot on this wooded hill.
The path to the road ascends.
A cloud of gloom on me descends.
I must return to this rented land
Where advertising hoardings stand.
A world where empty vessels make most noise,
And people play with broken toys.
—
“The Path Through the Wood” can be found in my collection, “Lost in the Labyrinth of My Mind”, which is available in the Amazon Kindle store, https://www.amazon.com/Lost-labyrinth-my-mind-Morris-ebook/dp/B01AF5EPVY/.
A Sitting Long-nosed Bear or Wolf Sculpture
The poem was inspired by my walks through Spa Woods, an ancient area of woodland which I am lucky enough to have very close to my home. You can find out about Spa Woods here, https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Spa_Wood.
Butterfly Sculpture
The photographs show wooden sculptures in the woods
The Breeze
I hear the breeze
In these
Familiar trees
And wish to stay here,
Amidst these leaves.
For, when I leave these trees
The wind’s blast
Is surpassed
By the drear
Noise of vehicles, passing near.
When a Young Lady Standing on a Ledge
When a young lady standing on a ledge
Said, “sir, would you like some veg?”,
An elderly gentleman by the name of Bean
Said something which was really quite obscene,
So I threw him in a hedge!
Their Time in the Sun
They have fun
In the sun.
Their perfect
Bodies reject
The fact that they
Will grow old.
Where I to be bold
And say,
“All this will pass
Away”,
Lad and lass would laugh.
Though, perhaps a thoughtful few
Would say
“That’s true.
But we must
Enjoy our day
Ere we are dust”.
And I would nod,
And go away.
A Young Lady Living in a Box
A young lady living in a box
One day lost all of her socks.
She had to search high and low,
Which is strange, as I happen to know,
That she lives in a very small box!
The Sphinx
The enigmatic sphinx, winks
As I
Pass by.
And seems to say
“‘Tis a beautiful day
And, of course
A nod is as good as a wink
To a blind horse.
But my good sir,
You should take extreme care,
For you think
I wink,
But the sun’s glare …”.
—
The above poem was prompted by the mention of the Sphinx in this wonderful poem by Gabriela, https://shortprose.blog/2020/05/09/the-violin-of-love-poem-poetry-prose-poem/
Outcall
In a strange bed, she lies.
Her sighs
Real as the cries
On a fairground ride.
She
Can not decide
What to have for tea.
His eyes close
In the moment of release,
A brief surcease
From grief.
And she
Puts on her clothes,
And goes
Home for tea.
One day
She may
Look into a guy’s eyes
And find
Nothing behind.
Cleaners Find
Cleaners find
Traces left behind.
Their bachelor boss so staid
With a pretty maid,
They see in their mind’s eye
As fresh sheets are laid
On the stolid old bed.
When cleaners dust
And discover a girl’s misplaced jewel
Perchance they may
Ponder on lust
And think their master a fool.
But, being paid to clean
They leave the ring,
Or some such thing
As though unseen,
In the same place.
While their imagination runs wild …
On A Sunny Afternoon
On a sunny afternoon
I heard
The bird
Of night,
And thought how soon
The light
Fades, in woodland glades.
And how the owl does prey,
At the closing of our day.
