“The nervousness before.
I am sure
She feels it too.
But that door
We have walked through
Many times before.
And after polite conversation
With girls of diverse nations,
I take my wine.
But it’s a fact
That so often anticipation
Is better than the act.”
A religious young lady named Lou
Has a habit of losing her shoe,
Whilst pious Miss Hocking
Often loses a stocking.
And I return them to those 2 …
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A naughty young lady known as Grubb
Has a job in a backstreet club.
Its really quite shocking
That good Bishop Hocking
Has been barred from my favourite club …
When a young lady named Miss Flow
Said, “Sir, your morals are so low!”.
I said, “you and Rose
Should put on some clothes
As its time for you to go!”
A young lady pouring very fine wine
Said, “sir, I shall never be thine!”.
I said, “good barmaid
I have merely paid,
To enjoy a fine glass of wine!”
A tall bramble
Fed by rain
Caught my eye.
The bramble
Will remain
Fed by rain
From a troubled sky.
And man may stay,
Or simply die.
She asked me
What I like
One summer night.
I told her.
‘Twas no affair.
Just a man’s passing pleasure
With one who would never
Be his under normal circumstance.
A quick dance
For my pleasure
In summer weather.
And the clock …
Is there a recorder, somewhere
Noting down our every act?
I doubt the fact
Of god
But who has not
In the depths of dreams
Heard the recorder
That does die with I,
And seen
The thick black book
Wherein his every sin
Is writ?
And when he is gone
The record lives on
Be it known or not.
An interesting post entitled “What Prose Writers Can Learn From Great Poetry”, https://emmalee1.wordpress.com/2021/06/30/what-prose-writers-can-learn-from-great-poetry/”.
Kevin
K Morris - Poet 