When we met a group of young women
Who spoke of the great joys of sinning,
The good vicar Paul
Talked of the fall,
And the bishop he just couldn’t stop grinning!
The Joys of Sinning
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The Churchyard Yew
I stood with you
By the churchyard Yew
On Palm Sunday
As children and donkey
Made their way
Past the Yew
And into the church.
It was wonderful to see
The children happy.
But, just on the periphery
Of joy I often see
The Yew, which has survived
So many lives
Waiting for me.
A Bull in a China Shop
There once was a bull from Hull
Who said, “I am feeling quite dull.
I’ll go with Miss Hop
To that new China shop.
The one that’s just opened in Hull!”.
Lou’s Aesthetic
When a poet known as Miss Lou
Walked around town wearing only 1 shoe,
They said, “your verse is pathetic!
But we do like your aesthetic,
As you look great wearing 1 shoe!”.
Morbid Miss Beth
A most nervous young lady named Beth
Was known for her fear of death.
Her old aunt Louise
Gave a great sneeze,
And frightened that young lady to death!
A New Venture – Launch of the Upper Norwood Independence Party (UNIP)
I am pleased to announce the launch of the Upper Norwood Independence Party (UNIP).
The party derives it’s title from the area which it hopes to govern, (Upper Norwood in south-east London). Upper Norwood takes it’s name from the Great North Wood which used to cover much of what now constitutes Upper Norwood.
Below is a summary of policies. Please note, this is a living document and as such is subject to change.
The Economy:
The Upper Norwood Independence Party (UNIP) strives for independence within the United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland. As such we advocate for the growth of the forestry sector, which is consistent with the proud traditions of Upper Norwood.
We will construct thousands of tree houses which will solve the shortage of homes in Upper Norwood and will also lead to a growth in apprenticeships in the forestry and building sector.
Hommes will be constructed from environmentally friendly (recycled wood) and will be accessed by sturdy rope ladders. In order to facilitate accessibility it will be policy that all homes must have alternative access via means of solar powered lifts which will, naturally be constructed of wood.
The currency:
We will negotiate with Buckingham Palace to obtain permission from King Charles to use his portrait on the Great North Wood notes and coins. In addition, all currency will also be decorated with pictures of tree houses and happy families enjoying themselves amongst the foliage.
Housing
(Please see “Economy”)
Foreign Policy:
We will negotiate with the UK government to build tree houses in their embassy grounds which will act as the diplomatic offices for the Upper Norwood government.
We aim for independence within the UK and acknowledge King Charles as our lawful sovereign.
Equality:
We believe in equality for all before the law. Such equality will, of course be extended to trees.
Contact and Social Media
The Upper Norwood Independence Party (UNIP) currently has no independent contact or social media accounts. Until these are up and running please direct all enquiries to kmorrispoet (at) gmail.com.
With Apologies to T S. Eliot
The women come and go.
But talk not of Michaelangelo.
One drunk on booze
Leaves her stiletto shoes
Behind for Prufrock to find.
No mermaids sing for him.
But the girl was slim
And provided some delight
To a poet’s night.
When he turns to write
He finds that Miss Follett
Has taken his wallet,
And ponders on the Wasteland
Which a few understand!
The Old Tree
In my adulthood
I passed by the tree
Well known to me
In my childhood.
It stands by a path
Where many have passed
That old tree
Without a glance or sigh.
Our lives move fast
As we rush to catch
Some form of transport.
And we all are caught
In time’s great web.
All our loves and lusts
Must turn to dust.
And even this great tree,
Which will outlast me,
Will be dead
Not Quite Adlestrop
Sitting on the platform,
Waiting for my train to stop,
I thought of Adlestrop.
I yawned.
Someone lit a cigarette.
Noone complained
And no authority figure came.
I hated that cigarette
And prayed for a train.
Yes I remember Adlestrop
And the poet’s name.
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The above poem came to me as I sat at Gipsy Hill railway station in south-east London. I doubt the gentleman who shared his cigarette with those on the platform (including me), has heard of Edward Thomas. I suspect he has no care for poetry. He certainly had no consideration for his fellow commuters.
Rainbow
On a late March day
The spring hides away.
The sun may come
Interspersed with cold rain.
Perhaps I should go
In search of a rainbow
For I am told
That rainbows lead to gold.
I doubt tis so
But a rainbow
In a poor poet’s heart
Is surely art
And worth more than gold.
K Morris - Poet 