A recording of my poem “Lonely Train”, which I recorded yesterday (Sunday 4 October),
Poet Kevin Morris Reading his Poem “Lonely Train” on Youtube
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Joan the Poet
A poet whose name is Joan
Just refuses to leave me alone!
She is extremely pretty
And really quite witty.
But her poetry makes me groan!
Interpretations
During the time of Covid
The liberal hid
Himself away.
And took refuge in poetry
Where he could be free
To say
In enigmatic rhyme
How he spent his time.
Some thought
That he ought
To take greater care
For one has got
(Has one not)
To beware
Of those who see sin in
What is merely, a poet’s poetry?
Unbrollied
The pleasure
Of hot
Weather.
Knowing not
Whether
The rain will come.
A cloud burst.
Relieves a thirst.
The rain does run.
But the pleasure
Of hot, wet weather
Soon is done.
And the wise,
Gazing into a stranger’s eyes,
Know that ’tis folly
To forget a brolly.
Yet, they still thirst
For the cloud to burst.
And the pleasure
Of hot wet weather
On unbrollied skin.
So take the rain in.
When A Young Lady Named Miss Lou
When a young lady named Miss Lou
Said, “sir, I really do like you!”.
I said, “that’s real nice.
But you’ve told me twice!
And with Sue it’s more than 2!”.
Lonely Train
I have no resistance
To the lonely train
Which calls
From the distance.
Nor to the rain
Which falls,
In this dark park.
Toryism
When a young man whose name is Rory
Said, “sir, I’ve heard your politics are Tory”.
I said, “your friend Monk
Is drunk as a skunk.
And you should never discuss politics, young Rory!”.
—
When a young man whose name is Rory
Said, “sir, I’ve heard your politics are Tory”.
I said, “that Miss Witty
Is more than just pretty.
But I don’t know if she’s a Tory!”.
Pleasure and Pain
A young lady whose name is Jane
Is an expert in pleasure and pain.
She is tall and thin
And fond of her gin.
And they say Jane owns a cane!
Choice
She left her heels on,
The points facing the ceiling.
Then,When she was gone
He pondered on
His feelings.
And choose.
And sexy shoes.
K Morris - Poet 