On my way
To eat breakfast
In a café
On an ordinary
Saturday, I heard birds.
While in Ukraine’s Kiev
Birdsong was drowned
Out by bombs.
(I stand with Ukraine)
An Ordinary Saturday
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Anticipation
A girl’s bare
Arms. The charms
Of scented hair.
Her leg
Touching mine
Is divine.
But I know
That in bed
Its often so-so.
There is No Light
There is no light
To brighten the night
As I pass
Along the churchyard path
Just gusting wind
Eternal as the rain.
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Heels at Night
Heels at night.
Delight and pain.
Her disdain.
His lust.
All dust.
Their mutual shame.
The Dam
I touched the dam
So desired by man.
But soon it was gone
Broken by some other one.
The Secret of the Rose
“We know what was on his mind
When he composed a rhyme about time
And a flower who’s bloom to soon
Passed away”, they will say.
And I will make reply,
“Only the poet knows
The secret of the rose”.
But poets may lie.
We are Sparks
We are sparks
In the dark.
A brief light
Piercing the night.
But no spark
Conquers the dark.
Caught Up in My Dark Thought
Caught up in my dark thought
I did walk
Through the churchyard without any light.
It was night.
Something ran from dog and man.
I continued alone
Groping for home
Writing at Night
A quiet time
To rhyme
At my desk.
Then rest
‘Ere morning’s glow
Does show.
Though no
Man can know.
K Morris - Poet 