When the mirror fell
I thought not
Of the Lady of Shalott,
Although I know
The rhyme quite well.
Noone got cut.
You mentioned bad luck.
And I have not forgot
The unfortunate Shalott.
But believe it not.
When the Mirror Fell
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I have Heard Nymphs are Sometimes Found
I have heard nymphs are sometimes found
In the fragrant wood.
It would be good to lie down
On the leafy ground
And take delight in Aphrodite.
But no, the wood
Is full of deep mud
And poor Miss Aphrodite
Would spoil yet another nightie!
A Poem from “Leaving and Other Poems”
We maintain
The urbane
And are witty
In the city.
But those who hark
To the fox’s bark
In the suburban dark
Find the urbane
Hard to maintain
And their wit
Begins to slip.
(Note: the above poem appears in my collection “Leaving and Other Poems”, which is available in Kindle and paperback from Amazon https://www.amazon.co.uk/Leaving-other-poems-Kevin-Morris/dp/B09R3HR9KG).
An Act of Genorosity
When a young lady known as Miss Lee
Said, “I know that you don’t like me!”.
And I said, “you are nice,
But I have never liked vice!”,
She said, “what if I wave the fee …!
An Act of genorosity
Children at Play
The sound of children playing ball.
A Blackbird’s call.
Sunlight on green grass.
I know all this must pass,
Yet take delight
On this spring day
In the call of the blackbird
And children’s play.
Meg and the Giant Easter Egg
There once was a girl named Meg
Who hid in a giant Easter egg.
But the sun shone down
And she turned chocolate brown,
And got eaten along with that egg!
My Horse Named Galloping Thought
On passing the golf course
On my horse named galloping thought,
I heard a blackbird trill.
At once my horse stood still
And my heart was caught
By the bird’s song.
But that stubborn old galloping horse
Did not stop long.
And my thought ran on.
Miss Purvis
I know a young lady named Purvis
Who is known for her special service.
When the lights go down
I’ve seen the vicar frown
When the bishop disappears with Miss Purvis …
The Divinity of Rhyme
The clock shows the wrong time.
Sometimes a poem doesn’t rhyme.
I’ve heard people curse
At free verse,
But rhymes
Divine.
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