We fuss
And rush
Through life.
Perhaps take
A lover,
A husband
Or wife.
We will find time
To weave our rhyme
We say,
For there must
Be another day.
And the dust
Gathers unseen.
We Fuss and Rush
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I Thought I Had Lost
I thought I had lost
The key to my clock.
When I found it again
It’s old tick tock
Continued on. but time
He pauses not.
(The above poem first appeared in my June Author Newsletter, which can be accessed here https://mailchi.mp/37a9976abe1c/kevins-june-author-newsletter).
A Short Rhyme
A short rhyme
Of eternal rain
By a poet
Who spent time
In an ancient wood
On a summer’s day.
Her Inner Mind
Dare he find
Her inner mind
Behind pumping thighs
And neutral eyes?
The best try
Not to objectify
By attempting to find
Her inner mind.
And in his bed
She maintains a shred
Of her privacy
By covering up after.
Doubtless We Will Discuss
Doubtless we will discuss
Poetry and lust
Over so-so Wine.
Then, in the morning
We will yawn.
You will depart.
And I will smile
For a while.
No forlorn
Heart of mine
Or thine.
Merely a rhyme
And maybe,
A next time.
In the Dark
In the dark
An urban
Fox’s bark
Pierces my heart.
I maintain
The urbane.
Amongst friends.
But, in the end,
The glass is thin
Betwixt me and him.
Acrostic
Provider of pleasure.
Romance isn’t free.
Oldest profession
Some say.
Time has a price
In your brief arms.
The clock jingles.
Under the sheet
They meet.
Eagerness of him.
Some say sin.
If We Had Met, Other Than We Did
If we had met,
Other than we did
Perchance the fast dance
Would end in friend.
But you had
Your need
To feed.
And I was glad
For I had
My loneliness and lust
To lose
For a while
In a girl’s smile.
But dust
I can not escape
In the loss
Of high-heel shoe
And girl’s short cape
A Poem from “The Selected Poems of K Morris”
Shadows on the wall,
I recall.
One can not catch a shade,
For it is made
Of Moonbeams
And passing dreams.
(Shadows on the Wall can be found in my Selected Poems, which can be accessed here https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07WW8WXPP/.).
A Connoisseur Reflects
“The nervousness before.
I am sure
She feels it too.
But that door
We have walked through
Many times before.
And after polite conversation
With girls of diverse nations,
I take my wine.
But it’s a fact
That so often anticipation
Is better than the act.”
K Morris - Poet 