The poet’s muse
Wears down at heel shoes
And sleeps
And weeps.
Yet, in his poem she is beauty personified
Who never cries.
And when she and the poet dies
She may live on
Through future ages,
Preserved midst the pages
Of some book.
Though she be gone
Readers will look
And see a perfect view
Where no muddy shoe
Was ever worn
And no heart
Was ever torn.
Or perhaps his art
Will be true
To his readers
And to his muse
In her muddy shoes.
There was a young lady named Hocking
Who engaged in conduct most shocking.
I can not repeat
But it concerned bare feet,
And a vicar who stole a stocking!
There was a young man with a blister
Who composed a complex tongue twister.
It twists and it turns
And concerns fragile earns,
And it really irritates my sister!
A bangle
Given to me
By thee
Over wine
Did mine
Heart entangle
With thine.
Now I carry with me
Something of thee,
For a girl’s bangle
Does entangle
Thine heart
With mine.
There was a young man of Fife
Who had a very hard life,
So to make his world sunny
He married his sweet honey,
Who led him a very hard life …
I am delighted to announce that I shall be featured on Vancouver Co-Op Radio’s The World Poetry Reading Series, at 1:10 pm pst, on Thursday 16 May 2019. During the broadcast I shall talk about (and read) my poems.
You can find my previous interview on The World Poetry Reading Series here, http://worldpoetry.ca/?p=13500, during which I read from my collection of poems, “The Writer’s Pen and Other Poems”, which is available here https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B07GD1LBMV/
(for the UK) and here: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07GD1LBMV/ (for amazon.com customers).
My thanks to Ariadne Sawyer of The World Poetry Reading Series for agreeing to feature me.
Kevin
You gave to me
Fallen blossom from a tree.
Now I think of thee
When I see
That fading blossom from a tree.
You gave to me
A blanket to keep the cold away
As we
Sat in the garden yesterday.
The thought of Thee
Will stay
With me,
Those precious hours,
Those flowers
That blanket,
And you, with me.
When a young lady by the name of Lou
Asked, “do you love me true?”,
I said, “by the bright stars above
Its you who I love,
But the pub it closes at 2!.
When a young lady whose name is Joan
Said, “please, just leave me alone!”,
I replied with a sigh,
“I am a tolerant guy,
But please, stop calling me on your phone!”.
Scrabbling around
I found
Seeming meaning,,
But ’twas nothing profound.
K Morris - Poet 