You may see
Beauty in poetry,
And smile
While
The thing being described,
Is otherwise …
You May See Beauty in Poetry
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A Poet’s Epitaph
“He liked to rhyme
And was fond
Of women
And wine,
And sinning.
Now he has gone beyond
Women,
And wine,
And sinning.
And he is out of time
For rhyme”.
There Once Was A Poet Named Lou
There once was a poet named Lou
Who said, “one day I’ll break through
With my very quirky verse”.
But it grew steadily worse,
So she turned to making strong glue!
I Have Sat Round the Open Pub Fire
I have sat round the open pub fire
And discussed the rights and wrongs of empire,
And the ends
Of men
With friends.
But when
I walk through fallen leaves,
The ends
Of men
I truly perceive.
Thinking of A Girl He’s Never Met
Thinking of a girl he’s never met,
And perhaps he,
Will never see.
Memories of heels and skirts.
And flirts
(Who where not).
Momentary joy, close followed by regret
And pain,
Maybe he
Will do it all again.
But, If so, for what?
A brief hot
Rush,
A flush
Of pleasure.
Recollections of girl’s scent,
Then repent
At leisure.
When A Religious Young Lady Named Fay
When a religious young lady named Fay
Said, “sir, let us both now pray”.
I said, “we are full of sin,
So let us now both begin,
Then, afterwards, we ought to pray!”.
Dark Heart
I love
The dark heart
Of the wood.
But the black
Has been cut back
Allowing me
To see
Where the mystery
Should be.
Yet the dark
And the light
Fight
Within me,
Still, and will
Do so
Until I go
Into the night,
And become forever part
Of the dark,
And the light.
Politics and Poetry
I met a young lady named Ling
Who said, “you poets are all left-wing!”.
I said, “between you and I,
Eliot was a Conservative kind of guy,
Whilst Philip Larkin was really right-wing!”.
The Ad
Lonely at night?
You can delight
In the company
Of beautiful me!
There are no strings to tie.
You to me.
I
Can be
Whatever you wish me to be,
And I’ve uniforms galore
(and more),
so come visit me!
Or, if you prefer
My friend Claire
Can make it 3.
She has long blonde hair,
While I’m a brunette.
Please, come and see me,
And don’t forget,
The little matter of the fee …
I Met A Young Man of Harrow
I met a young man of Harrow
Wheeling his wife in a wheelbarrow.
When I said, “you are cruel!”,
He called me a stupid old fool,
And threw at me a marrow!
K Morris - Poet 