Tis the oldest game in town,
Save for agriculture
Perhaps. Or did moralists frown
When the hunter gatherers played
With the vulture?
And who then preyed?
And what is prey
Anyway?
Tis the same
Old game
Today. Vultures with vultures dance.
The word said
Is “Bed”
But romance
Is dead.
The soiled rose
With too short clothes
Will prey
On those
Who pay
To play
With prey.
But for a moment stay,
Just who created the prey?
None can force the pot
To be hot.
And a watched pot
Never boils.
Cease your toils
And she
Will love thee
(or not.
There was a young man named Lee
Who said “the world revolves around me”.
Awaking with a start
I said “bless my heart,
Was someone talking to me …”.
There was a young lady called Lou
Who preferred 3 rather than 2.
We went to a discreet hotel
With a girl named Nell
As 3 is better than 2 …
A slim volume
Lost in a room
Full of books
Must gather dust,
Although, perchance
Words dance
For one who looks.
The business of work stopped
When the sickle chopped
For you
Who
Knew
When
To wield a pen.
But you
Could laugh too.
How silent is the office now
That your paperwork is done.
The serious and the fun
All must
Blend
In the end
In dust,
And in the memories of we who live on
After you are gone.
They come in garish bows,
In pretty wrapping
Or tied up with string.
He who hears a tapping
Or the doorbell’s ring
Knows that he must, without fail
Pay cash on the nail
Else his bow
Will go.
(The phrase “cash on the nail” means immediate payment).
Desiring to taste
We unwrap
In haste,
And snap!
Goes the honey trap …
I was delighted to receive the following comments, in an email entitled “A Poem That I Love”, from Lorraine Lewis, regarding my collection of poems “Lost In The Labyrinth Of My Mind”:
“Kevin,
We just downloaded your book into a PDF Reader.
Wow!
What a lovely book. Thank you Kevin. I just wanted to tell you that I LOVE the piem, “ ‘Ere We Die.” It is just what we have been talking about.
Your poetry is brilliant. I like it because it is not long and drawn out, and over wordy, but gives just something to think about. It is lovely. Thank you so much Kevin.
Lorraine”.
My thanks to Lorraine for granting me permission to reproduce her comments verbatim. Lorraine blogs at BlindWilderness (https://blindwilderness.wordpress.com).
You can find “Lost In The Labyrinth Of My Mind” here http://moyhill.com/lost/, and here https://www.amazon.com/dp/B01AF5EPVY
Why did I my window close?
The wind blows.
I
Will die
So why
Be shy
Of this fresh air
That takes away my care?
I awoke
To crows.
Nature spoke
Once more. Who knows
Why man goes
On as before?
K Morris - Poet 