Some go down the primrose path to hell
With a song in their heart.
The wise well
Know that those who go
Down that path
Oft produce great art.
Some do so
With a bitter laugh
And others with a sigh,
And I
Wonder why
Devils can make angels cry
There was a young lady called Lou
Who hit me with her shoe.
When I ran away
I’m sorry to say
That she hit me with her other shoe!
There was a young lady called Lou
Who hit me with her shoe.
When I ran away
I regret to say
That I stole her other shoe
There was a young lady called Lou
Who hit me with her shoe.
I ran away
That very day
And left Lou stuck in glue!
Her arm bare under my hand.
I have no command
And shee
Is not Of me.
I wonder does she understand
The fact
Of her impact
On men?
When she
Laughs it is with me
(But with others to)
So I know
That it can not be true.
Does she
See through me
As we walk
And talk?
Yet there is no
Harm in enjoying the charm
Of a soft, bare arm
Of a girl who happened to be free
And offered it to me.
There was a young man called Standish
Who’s behaviour was rather offhandish.
When I said “you are most rude”.
He replied “you dare to intrude,
Your conduct is truly outlandish!”
There was an elderly man called Lear
Who said “the future is bleak I fear.
I shall drink 2 bottles of wine
And on caviar dine,
Then call on my young mistress Mia …
I caught an elusive thing.
‘Twas happiness on the wing.
Honeyed words were said
And we ended in bed.
I caught an elusive thing.
‘Twas happiness on the wing.
The birds sang on a summer’s day
And I implored my mistress to stay.
The birds still
Sing
And will
Bring
Sad thoughts to mind
For I find
That within their song
Resides the truth “this won’t last long”.
My thanks to Esther Chilton for kindly hosting me on her blog.
It’s my pleasure to welcome Kevin Morris to my blog. He’s my Guest Writer this week.
Here is a little bit about him, in his own words:
‘I was born in Liverpool (UK) on 6 January 1969. I lost the majority of my eyesight at 18-months-old due to a blood clot. I am a braille user and have happy memories of leafing through “The Oxford Book of English Verse” and other poetry collections in the school library. (I attended The Royal School for the Blind, followed by Saint Vincent’s School for the Blind, both of which still exist and are located in Liverpool). I read history and politics at University College Swansea and graduated with a BA (joint hons) and a MA in political theory. During my time at Swansea I participated in the student’s sailing club and have pleasant memories of swimming in the sea when the boat capsized!
‘In…
View original post 153 more words
He implores
Nails long as claws
And roars.
A tweak
With those nails
Never fails
To make him weak.
Barely able to speak
He implores
Her claws
Again.
Pleasure and pain.
Soon will come the rain.
I particularly enjoyed Martin Strike’s prose piece on the subject of love and Keith Channing’s limerick on the same topic.
This week’s challenge is to write a story, limerick or poem on the subject of:
The Sea
Last week’s challenge was to write about love. You sent in some great pieces. Here are a few:
EDC Writing sent in a powerful poem:
There is a sky
No need to see
There is a day
No need to break
There is a love
No need to dream
There is a you
No need for tears.
Here is Kevin‘s sensuous poem:
Love is a soft kiss,
A moment of bliss.
‘Tis a candle lit meal
Where a lover’s hand
Does softly steal
Under the restaurant table.
Love makes the wise
Unstable.
When a girl’s eyes
Smile
There can be no denial
That he
Is lost. But if she
Frown
He will in sorrow drown.
I’m very pleased to welcome newcomer, Unoma B:
Love, now obsolete
The night whistles on
The…
View original post 1,915 more words
There was a young lady called Nell
Who claimed she knew me well.
But I was spending my leisure
At Her Majesty’s pleasure
As the prison governor will tell …
K Morris - Poet 