When a young lady wearing no bra
Said, “do you know I’m a Magyar?”,
And I said, “so you are Hungary?”,
She replied, “no, I’ve just had tea!
But I just can’t find my bra!”
Magyar
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My Midnight Stroll
As I strolled home at just after midnight
I met a young lady under a street light.
We spent our time
In discussing fine rhyme,
As I explained to a police constable that night …!
The Hospital Fountain
I recall the fountain’s fall
Reminding me of rain.
Hospital patients come and go.
Sometimes, the water stops,
Then begins again.
But when sickles chop
Life’s flow stops.
The Poetical Young Nurse
I once knew a poetical young nurse
Who was fond of composing fine verse.
She wrote one on Paul
Who said, as I recall,
“Why are you writing on me nurse!”
Cemetery
So many birds sing
In early spring
As I pass by
These numerous tombstones
Where the dead lie.
You also passed
So do not know
That birds sing
In this early spring
Over old stones.
Spring Grass
The scent of spring grass
Enters through the window
As I lie in my hospital bed.
This day will surely pass
And I will go
Where the mower turns grass to hay.
I relish this spring day
And will walk in sun
As the mower goes to and thro
Until my rhyme is done.
The Fountain
I wish the fountain’s hypnotic rhythm
Would never cease
for I am, momentarily, at peace
Listening to the splash
Of water flowing fast.
I have striven
For pleasure, and filled my leisure
With pretty flowers
Picked by many men
For a few brief hours
And then by me.
But pleasure lies in poetry
And the gentle sound
Of the fountain as she speaks to me
Is far more profound
Than wasted hours, spent amidst these painted flowers
Of whose scent
I often repent.
A Kind of Immortality
I may achieve a kind of immortality
Through my poetry.
But when I go
Above or below
Why should I care
For I will no longer be there
To know
.
Copyright: Kevin Morris.
Distract From Thought
Distracted from thought
I heard birds sing
As I walked
The path were all thought ends
And Enemies and friends
Lie under the same unending sky,
As will I.
The Goat in a Boat
I once saw a goat in a boat
Who was wearing a brand new wool coat.
I yelled, “your boat is sinking!”.
He said, “I was just thinking
Whether you sir like my nice wool coat!”.
K Morris - Poet 