How easy it is to objectify.
To lie
In a stranger’s arms,
To enjoy her charms.
But, in the morning to hear her say
(in such a natural way),
“Can you hear the birds?”
To objectify
Is to die
Yet words
Spoken, without art
Can open
Man’s cynical heart
And cause him to see
The She
Behind the lie
Of objectify
There was a young lady of Moscow
Who purchased an arrow and bow.
A god called Cupid
(Who was somewhat stupid)
Stood on that young lady’s toe!
The below are perhaps more poetic prose than poetry.
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Dogs help us to live in the moment, something we humans are often not very good at doing. As someone who grew up around dogs, and has been lucky enough to work with 4 guide dogs, including my current friend and helper, Trigger, I feel privileged to have known the canine companions who have, for a time, enriched my life).
My head full
Of dull
Thought.
Then the ball you caught
And waving your tail
Did derail
My introspection.
How can I suffer dejection
When I recollect your playful snort
And the ball you caught?
Me reading four of my poems on Soundcloud.
Me reading a further selection of my poems on Soundcloud.
Each lass
Does pass
Before the glass.
After wine
Arms entwine
With brass.
Each lass
Does pass
Before the glass.
And after wine
Arms entwine
With brass.
K Morris - Poet 