When An Anoying Young Man Named Royce

When an annoying young man named Royce
Said “please don’t raise your voice!”,
And I replied, “I am speaking low!”,
And he remarked, “I know!”,
I used a word most choice!

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A Sign Fell Yesterday

A sign fell.
I can not tell
What it said,
As being blind
I could not read
This fallen thing
Brought down by the wind.
Perhaps it advertised “property for sale”,
Or some such
Stuff at which people clutch.
It was blowing a gale
Yesterday.

The Girl Who Wasn’t There And Other Poems

I was pleased to come across this review of my collection of poems, “The Girl Who Wasn’t There and Other Poems”. My thanks to Kevin Cooper for taking the time to read and review my book.

Kevin Cooper

The great Oscar Wilde remarked, “We are all in the gutter, but some of us are looking at the stars”.
Many of the poems in this collection portray people struggling in life’s gutter.
“Lonely men of a certain age” hear the voices of young women and yearn for something beyond “sterile sitting rooms”, while to the prostitute, its all about “handbags and shoes”, even if her “choice” leads to the woman “drowning in booze”.
Anyone who likes dark poetry will, it is hoped, gain something from this collection.

Review: Morris hasn’t lost his knack for dealing with issues from the dark side of society. This may be a book of poetry, yet its depth, richness and even the more humorous among these poems will have you set in deep contemplation.

I thoroughly enjoyed this little collection. I read through it, leisurely on a Sunday afternoon. It went down well…

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A Bird At Dusk I Left

A bird,
At dusk I left
Singing in the darkening park.
I heard
As I walked away
His song,
And half longed to stay,
But left
My solitary friend
To wend
My way home
Alone, save for his evening hymn,
Which is now a part
Of my oh, so human, heart

Chrysanthemums

Supermarket aisles.
Plastic smiles
And chrysanthemums I bought
As they brought
To mind
My grandfather’s garden, and hours
Spent amongst the scent
Of flowers.
Yet I find
But little scent
In these doctored blooms.