I was delighted to receive a great review of my collection of poetry, The Churchyard Yew and Other Poems. To read the review please visit https://robbiesinspiration.wordpress.com/2024/10/04/robbies-inspiration-a-duo-of-poetry-book-reviews-the-churchyard-yew-and-pilgrim-poetry-bookreviews/
I passed by the war memorial
On an autumn afternoon
And, hearing children, thought of Sassoon
The sun soon sets.
On the war dead.
In school war poets are read.
Owen and Sassoon are learned.
And memorials are built still.
You kept your top on.
I knew you wouldn’t stay.
When you where gone
I found a piece of pizza
You had left behind.
There are many kinds of takeaway.
And I often find
Such dishes are stone cold
I know a young lady named Winning
Who spends all her days in sinning.
My girlfriend Coral
Calls her immoral
And asks how I know Miss Winning …
6 degrees.
The air in the wood is good.
Leaves fall
And a Blackbird’s call
Follows me through the trees.
My mind should be still
But. Like a mill
I find my mind grinds
And the bird is only half heard.
Would that I could
Be one with bird and tree
But useless thought
Has it’s hold on me.
Yet, sitting here
I can almost hear
The Blackbird
And see the beauty of each tree
Which yesterday I failed to see.
When I met a mad old professor
Who jumped out of my Welsh dresser,
I said to him, “Jim!
You are far from slim!
How did you fit in that dresser!”
When a married young lady in my bathtub
Said, “can we go to a sex club!”.
I said, “Mrs Hocking!
Your suggestion is shocking!
But I hear the food there is good …”
A young lady of Great Britain
Says she’s my little sex kitten.
Her big boyfriend Dan
Has a lethal plan
So I’m packing and leaving Britain!
When a morbid young man named Round
Said, “we end in the cold ground”,
We said, “don’t be sad.
We’ll make you feel glad!”.
And we spun Round round and round!
I know a young lady named Sky
Who works in the field of AI.
Her boyfriend called Dan
Looks like a pan!
I think he may be an AI!
K Morris - Poet 