As a boy, I knew the nursery rhyme
“The cow jumped over the moon”.
Then, as a man, I learned too soon
That “the cat and the fiddle”
And the jumping bovine, are conquered by time.
Yet, like the child, I find
Rapture in rhyme.
Man may ask
“Tie me to the mast”.
But when Sirens call
From the rocks
Many a man’s passion unlocks
And he falls
And is forever lost.
When a young lady named Moore
Went and knocked at a midnight door,
I recall how Bishop Paul
Said, “we all sometimes fall”,
As he opened that midnight door …
When an extremely pushy young lady of Malaysia
Demanded that we all go and praise her,
A man from Liverpool
Called her a fool,
And got praised by the people of Malaysia!
The sunlight falls
On Whitehall’s walls.
Some regret the sunset.
But all fires die.
And I delight
In morning light
And Kipling who foresaw
Empire might not endure
I am conscious of the breeze
In the trees
As the vehicles pass me by.
Back at my flat
I go to my open window
And hear the eternal breeze
Passing through the trees.
When my dog friend said to me,
“You are barking up the wrong tree!”,
I said to him, “Mark,
I am unable to bark!
And you can not climb that tree!”
I am culture.
A vulture
In love with poetry.
A man
Of passing lusts
Who will be free
In dust.
A young lady of a very ancient profession
Is well known for her tact and discretion.
I’ve seen her in town
With her friend vicar Brown –
They think I possess great tact and discretion …!
I know a young lady of Malta
And no-one is able to fault her.
But back at mine
She crosses a line –
But nobody knows that in Malta …!
K Morris - Poet 