Pick your fights wisely my friend.
You may pretend
That you can stop the clock.
Of course, you may
The clock’s hands stay,
Or mock time
In a rhyme.
But, in the end
Your inner clock
Will stop,
My friend.
When my friend, whose name is Guy
Said, “I never will tell a lie!”
A lady called Miss Nell
Said, “that’s all very well,
But we’re employing you as a spy!”.
One hot night, as I sat drinking,
A young lady, who just couldn’t stop winking,
Said, “you remember a boudoir
And a little black bra?”.
Dear readers, it’s not what you’re thinking!
I straightened your bed
No tears I shed.
Then I found
Your toy that squeaks
On the ground.
It still squeaks.
When a young lady named Miss Rose
Said, “do you like my little nose?”.
I said, “it’s a strange thing
How the birds sing in spring.
And Rose, you are wearing no clothes!”.
A girl’s pretty lashes
Must turn to ashes.
And man’s desire
Forever, cool.
For only the fool
Imagines fire,
In the tomb’s gloom.
On 3 September, I posted my poem “Dog Bed”, https://kmorrispoet.com/2020/09/03/dog-bed/.
The poem as originally posted consists of 3 stanzas. However, I now feel that the second verse is unnecessary. Consequently I have revised the poem, which now consists of 2 stanzas. The revised poem can be found below:
The mark
Of your teeth is still there,
On your old dog bed.
I walk in the park,
Where
The dead
Leaves lie.
Shadows on the grass
Mistook for an old friend.
All things pass,
However much we pretend
Otherwise. You closed your eyes,
And left your mark
Upon my heart.
She took her face
To the market place
And found therein,
Much wealth through sin.
She practiced love’s art.
And her heart,
Became as tin.
I wrote, on Wednesday 2 September, about the sad loss of my long-time friend and guide dog Trigger, https://kmorrispoet.com/2020/09/02/trigger/.
As I lay in bed last night, I remembered happier times, including Trigger’s antics in my office. He was, as the below poem shows, extremely fond of helping himself to my colleague’s lunches. Indeed a former manager of mine refered to Trigger’s “victory Roll”, during which he would run up and down the office, at great speed after having consumed the lunch of one of my happless colleagues!
The Hungry Hound:
I am Trigger.
My stomach is bigger
Than you think.
Your lunch will be gone in the blink
Of an Eye.
Then away I fly.
Should you ask “who stole my lunch?” I reply
“Nnot I
But, dear reader, I lie …!..
I have been known to eat plastic.
My reach is elastic.
You think your food Safe?
My friend brace
Yourself for a shock
For I will gobble the lot!
Be it ever so hot!
The mark
Of your teeth is still there,
On your old dog bed.
I walk in the park,
Where
The dead
Leaves lie.
I
Hear the breeze
And pause by
Trees
You sniffed
‘Ere you where
Cold, and stiff.
Shadows on the grass
Mistook for an old friend.
All things pass,
However much we pretend
Otherwise. You closed your eyes,
And left your mark
Upon my heart
K Morris - Poet 