My hands are cold
And I am growing old.
The wall clock measures time
As I rhyme
Of young women
And sinning.
But I am growing old
And my hands are cold.
My Hands Are Cold
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Passing
Thinking of a young woman I met,
I enter my bathroom.
No scent of perfume,
Just cars, in the distance passing by.
There is nothing to regret
So why do I
Think on a young woman I met
And cars passing me by?
Great Feedback On My “Selected Poems”
I was delighted to receive the following email earlier today:
“Dear Mr Morris,
I am writing to tell you that your poems in “The Collected Poems of K Morris” that you gave me on the train on my way to college are exceptional. You might not remember me but I am the girl doing politics and history that you met on the train and gifted your amazing book to. I have always been interested in writing poems and therefore you have really inspired me to carry on my interest and write some poems of my own. I would really like to thank you for gifting me your book and inspiring me to continue writing”.
“The Selected Poems of K Morris” can be found here https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B07WW8WXPP/ (for the UK), and here https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07WW8WXPP/. (for amazon.com customers).
(Please note, I have not included the young lady’s name in order to protect her privacy).
A Young Man Named Lake
A young man named Lake
Said, “your poems are very opaque”.
So I wrote one in latin,
About girls in pink satin,
Who keep wicked old poets awake.
Gulls
I
Hear the seagulls cry,
In Liverpool,
And recall my grandfather, who said,
“They warn of a storm
out at sea”.
Am I a fool
To believe what he said?
I know that the ocean’s commotion
Will long outlast me,
And the waves will still roar
When man is no more.
Duck
Girls from ghettos
In cheap
Stilettos
Keep
The numbers of regulars on their mobile.
And, when down on their luck
Will text, or phone
And say, to men who are alone,
“Let me make you smile.
Come and feed a duck.
And lonely men reach for bread
For the duck
Must be fed
‘Ere a man’s need
For spilled
Seed,
Can be fulfilled.
Friday Afternoon Humour
When a young lady named Lou
Got her shoe stuck in very strong glue
And she said, “help me get it off!”,
I said, with a delicate cough,
“But we are in public just now, Lou!”.
—
When I saw a witches coven
Dancing around a very hot oven
And they said, “come here”,
I offered them some beer,
And joined them in their coven.
A Young Man Named Frank
A young man named Frank
Was extremely tall and lank.
He had absolutely no charm,
But owned a very large modern farm,
So all the women loved Frank!
Travelling By Train, At Night
Travelling by train
At night,
The light
Of another train
Passes by,
Then is gone,
It’s light
Lost in night.
And my
Wheels clack on,
Their sound
Echoing around,
Until my light
And sound,
Are lost in night.
A Young Lady Whose Name Is Rose
A young lady whose name is Rose
Jumped up and down on my toes,
Which caused me great pain,
But she did it again!
And then, she tweaked my poor nose!
