Whilst walking through a very thick mist
I met with my friend the anthologist.
He said “take a look
At this fine poetry book”.
But I couldn’t see through the mist!
Whilst Walking Through A Very Thick Mist
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On Glancing Under My Large Double Bed
On glancing under my large double bed
I found a young lady in red.
Her name it is Lou
And she’s mislaid a shoe.
So I’m helping Lou under my bed.
“The Ballad of Lenin’s Tomb” by Robert William Service
The below extract is taken from “The Ballad of Lenin’s Tomb, a satirical and witty poem by Robert William Service:
“Where Lenin lies the red flag flies, and the rat-grey workers wait
To tread the gloom of Lenin’s Tomb, where the Comrade lies in state.
With lagging pace they scan his face, so weary yet so firm;
For years a score they’ve laboured sore to save him from the worm.
The Kremlin walls are grimly grey, but Lenin’s Tomb is red,
And pilgrims from the Sour Lands say: “He sleeps and is not dead. ”
To read the poem in it’s entirety please visit, https://mypoeticside.com/show-classic-poem-26448.
I have a sneaking suspicion that Service may have been just a tiny bit unwelcome in the former Soviet Union after having penned “The Ballad of Lenin’s Tomb”. But I can’t for the life of me imagine why that might be!
When A Young Lady Dancing In A Field
When a young lady dancing in a field
Said, “all men to my charms must yield”,
I said, “that’s all very well
But, dear madam, can you tell
Me how to reach that town called Sheffield?”.
When Older Men
When older men
Dream of sinning
With young women,
Many a lass
Does contemptuously laugh.
But, if a man has money,
That self-same lass
May call him “my sweet honey”,
And smile while
The money lasts!
My Stay in a Luxurious Hotel
When I entered a luxurious hotel room
And savoured the sweet scent of perfume,
I said, “my dear
What brings you here?”.
She said, “this is my hotel room!”.
Lost, Amidst Numberless, Fallen Leaves
Lost,
Amidst numberless, fallen leaves
The poet sees
The cost
Of it all.
Nymphs play in Autumn’s sun.
Winter must come.
And the poet sees
Half-forgotten leaves,
Whirled by passion’s passing breeze.
A Young Lady Wearing A Very Tight Dress
A young lady wearing a very tight dress
Said, “I have so many sins to confess!”.
Then, with a great sneeze
She spoke of the bees.
And burst out of that very tight dress!
Shampoo
I remember you.
Though a brief time
We spent
I recollect your shampoo.
It’s subtle scent
Fades. But a rhyme
May capture the rapture
Of girlie shampoo.
Though never you.
My Selected Poems Mentioned in “Echoes in An Empty Room”
My thanks to Hannah of Echoes in An Empty Room, for including my Selected Poems in her post entitled “Books to Read in Lockdown By Authors You May Not Know”.
For the post please follow this link, https://echoesinanemptyroom.com/2020/11/11/books-to-read-in-lockdown-by-authors-that-you-may-not-know/
K Morris - Poet 