Category Archives: poetry

Operation

When I had the operation

There was no fear,

Just the knowledge of death, hovering near.

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There was no particular anticipation

That I might die,

Merely the desire to get it done

Once and for all.

.

I did not fall

And the Reaper saluted me.

But I thought I heard him say,

“I will be back, one day

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Copyright K. Morris.

UPDATE: I spoke to the consultant this morning and he said that I might not require an additional aspiration, as the growth in my head was diminishing due to the antibiotics. Kevin.

Seagulls cry and I.

Seagulls fly and I

Can not stay.

I must be on my way.

I have but a short time to rhyme

And I can not stay.

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Seagulls cry and I

Am unable to stay.

I must be on my way.

I will die

And am unable to stay.

I have but a brief time for rhyme,

And I may not stay.

Copyright: K. Morris.

 

There is a Garden.

There is a garden

With artificial leaves

Where people memorialise the dead.

.

It has been said

That these leaves

Represent those long dead

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There is a wall

Showing all must fall

Yet there is hope

For one must grope for hope

Even in the cold ground.

Copyright: K. Morris.

My name it is Alice!

There was a young lady of Crystal Palace

Who went by the name of Alice.

They said to her Claire,

“You should take great care!”,

She said, “my name it is Alice!”

My Head is Dead

My head is dead.

After a flash of electricity in my brain

Am I the same?

 

My head feels dead.

I understand  the words said, and can’t explain

Why it feels dead.

 

My head may not be dead.

I can interpret and explain.

Perhaps my memory is the same,

But my head feels dead.

Seizure

I felt no cold breath of Death

Nor the Reaper’s skeletal hand.

Yet he greeted me

And I mumbled and tumbled

And found myself on the cold ground

Where all are bound.

 

 

Death can command us all.

When he calls man must fall.

He greeted me in jest.

But he will tire of play

And I will find rest

For Death he ends all play.