A youngish lady dressed in high-heels
Said, “you don’t know how it feels
To walk in these tight stiletto shoes,
Whilst very drunk on cheap booze,
And time, all our youths he steals!”.
A Youngish Lady Dressed In High-Heels
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I Confess
I confess
That I have sought
For beauty
Under a dress
And thought
That I had found
Beauty
Profound
In sighs
And yielding thighs.
Yet, many a time
I confess
That I did find
Beneath that dress
Her perfect skin
And the figure slim,
But no beauty of mind.
Sweet Shop
Like a bull
In a china shop
I have run amok.
And have been full
Of the sweet,
And found I could
Eat
More, yet
It was not love,
And I can not pretend
That it did not end
In regret.
I have Desired The Fire
I have had a desire
For fire
And striven to obtain
The flame
But when the fire
I did obtain,
I have been left,
Listening to the rain.
“Pain and Renewal” anthology released by Vita Brevis Press
Vita Brevis Press has just released an anthology entitled “Pain and Renewal”, which can be found here, https://vitabrevisliterature.com/poems/vita-brevis-anthology-pain-renewal/.
Vita Brevis describe the anthology as follows:
“Pain & Renewal features a collection of incredible voices — from Pulitzer and Pushcart prize winners to brand new poets, it’s filled with moving poetry about the highs and lows of the human experience”.
A Pretty Young Lady Named Flo
A pretty young lady named Flo
Has a boyfriend whose name is Joe.
He is over 6 foot 3
And doesn’t know anything about me,
Or the arrangement I have with Flo!
Were I To Compose A Poem About A Rose
Were I to compose
A poem about a rose
Some would see young women,
And, maybe, find therein
A reference to sin.
I shall, therefore, suppose
Not a rose
But the fruit
Of Paradise,
Which is, as the reader knows
At the root
Of love, and vice.
When A Young Lady Named Leigh
When a young lady named Leigh
Said, “I am feeling extremely naughty!”.
I said, “I am glad,
As I like you bad,
But the vicar’s here for tea!”.
The Flower
I did softly explore
A flower, as yet
Unopened. And, on returning for more,
I found (to my half-regret)
That a bee
Had been before
And explored that flower,
To it’s tender core.
I Walk Amidst These Windblown Leaves
I walk amidst these
Windblown
Leaves.
How time has flown.
I shall in beauty drown,
And think on these
Fallen leaves,
Which now strew the ground.
K Morris - Poet 