Graceful as a gazelle.
Tall and slim.
He knows well
That she is not for him.
Perhaps a man ought
Not to sin in thought
When he knows well
That a gazelle
Is not for him.
But what harm
To dream of the charm
Of a gazelle?
For all our lust
Must end in dust
And life is too short
To concern oneself with ought.
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When a young lady named Ria
Shed many a most bitter tear,
And I asked, “why do you cry?”,
She said, “I don’t know why,
You had to finish all the beer!”.
There once was a man named Strange
Who resided in a most ancient grange.
All the furniture was Queen Ann,
And a ghastly ghoul called Dan,
Stalked the rooms of that ancient grange!
When my friend whose name is Lou
Introduced me to a girl called Sue,
We went to a little hotel
With a young lady named Nell,
To attend a conference all about glue!
When my friend whose name is Lou
Introduced me to a girl called Sue,
We went to a little hotel
With a young lady named Nell,
Where I lost a brand new shoe!
When my friend whose name is Lou
Introduced me to a girl called Sue,
We went to a little hotel
With a young lady named Nell,
(Who is an expert on strong glue)!
When a detective whose name is Holmes
Investigated the case of “The Missing Bones”,
He said, “’tis nothing profound
As I have easily found
That ’twas Fido who took those bones!”,
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Some wear their heart upon their sleeve
And the world does grieve
To see such display.
Others go a different way
And conceal
Their guile
Behind a smile.
While poets may reveal
What does lie
In their heart
Through their art,
So readers may see,
Or not as the case may be.
When a young lady named Moriah
Married my old friend the squire,
I visited their great estate
With my young mistress Kate,
Which greatly pleased the squire!
I am going home
Today,
Alone
(Save for my dog).
I have been away
For a week or so,
And will be sad
To go
But glad
To return by train.
One day, I shall travel unfamiliar terrain
And find a new home.
I will be
Alone,
But shall I see
A confined space, with a stone
Above?
Or shall I know god’s love?
Or simply die
And be,
No longer I?
Some go without a mack
For they disdain
The fickle rain.
They take great pride
In the bareback
Ride.
Of course
The horse
Or mare
So ridden
Will thrill.
But, take care
For the desire
To play with the forbidden,
fire
May, also kill.
K Morris - Poet 