Many a man’s goal
Is derailed by the beat
Of stillettoed feet
That tear a hole
In his suffering soul.
Cyborg
When skin and bone are gone
The cyborg continues on,
But is it you or I?
And can a cyborg die?
Limericks 1
These limericks made me smile.
Limericks will be published in sets of ten. This is the first one.
There once was a fly on the wall.
I wonder why didn’t it fall.
Because its feet stuck,
Or was it just luck,
Or does gravity miss things so small?
A wonderful bird is the pelican;
His beak can hold more than his belican.
He can hold in his beak
Enough food for a week,
Though I’m damned if I know how the helican!
The incredible Wizard of Oz
Retired from his business becoz,
Due to up-to-date science,
To most of his clients,
He wasn’t the Wizard he woz.
There was a young woman named Bright,
Whose speed was much faster than light.
She set out one day
In a relative way
And returned on the previous night.
To her friends, that Miss Bright use to chatter:
“I have learned something new about matter.
My speed was…
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There Was A Young Lady Called Mia
There was a young lady called Mia
Who drank 10 pints of beer.
A passing monk
Said “your drunk,
And beer it is so dear”!
Light and Shade
Walking upon grass
I pass
Through light and shade
No maid
To accompany me,
Just the shade
Of the final tree
To engulf me
Anyone Can Write Like Shakespeare
Often do I sigh
On hearing the old lie
That anyone can write like Shakespeare.
Sensible people know it isn’t true
Yet through fear
Of being labelled with that dread
Word “elitist”, which cuts debate dead,
All but the brave withdraw into their shell
For they know full well
That the roof
Frequently does fall
On he who has the gall
To tell the unvarnished truth.
Wood in the Rain
Many thanks to “Rhyme” for publishing my poem, “Wood in the Rain”.
My hair is barely wet
At all
And yet
The rain did fall
As I stood
In yonder wood.
The yammer
Of a hammer
Reached my ear,
While the birds free
Sang to me
As I touched the flowers
That know not hours.
Kevin Morris opens our section Modern Poet. The poem is copyright and has been reproduced with the author’s permission.
Kevin Morris was born in Liverpool (UK) in 1969. He lost the majority of his eyesight at 18-months-old due to a blood clot. He is a Braille user and an avid reader of poetry. In 1994 Kevin moved to London where he now lives and works. He began writing poetry in 2012. Much of Kevin Morris’ poetry is inspired by the environment. He lives close to an historic park in the Upper Norwood/Crystal Palace area (a suburb of London). Upper Norwood derives its name from the Great North…
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Wisteria
Wandering around Hampton Court
In late May, a thought,
Prompted by Wisteria hanging on a wall.
A few purple flowers, their scent
Already spent
And ready to fall,
Did to me call.
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The flowering time for Wisteria is April to June. I visited Hampton Court with my friend, Brian yesterday (20 May).
A blog dedicated to rhyming poetry
I recently came across “Rhyme”, https://rhymepoetry.wordpress.com/about/. The blog aims to promote a love of rhyming poetry and it’s owner invites readers to recommend poems for possible inclusion on her site.
For anyone who enjoys rhyming poetry, I recommend checking out this blog.
There Was A Young Lady Called Lou
There was a young lady called Lou
Who lost her party shoe
While dallying in the park
In the sultry dark.
She lost her stockings to!