With the dark
And the light
In my heart
I make art.
I play a part.
The stage light
Illumines the night.
For a while
I smile
Then comes the dark.
With the Dark
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Missing Dinner
There once was a terrible old sinner
Who ate all of my Christmas dinner!
I locked him away
Until New Year’s Day
And ignored his cries for his dinner!
Happy Christmas!
A very happy Christmas to you, my readers. I hope the festive period brings you joy and happiness.
Best wishes. Kevin
Closing
The clock ticks another year towards its close.
Winter’s clothes will soon replace autumn’s leaf-strewn face.
Spring lies well concealed in the wings
And summertime is a half remembered rhyme
In the ageing poet’s mind
Where everything repeats
And time defeats.
Until all as leaves fall.
Pantomime
She makes no confession
Of her profession
As out of her clothes she slips.
They joke that “it’s friends with benefits”.
The clock ticks
And Cinderela is gone.
But no shoe is left behind
For a prince to find.
There is no Fairy Godmother.
Yet girls discover
A lover of a kind
In this passing pantomime
Lou Who Got Stuck in Glue
I know a young lady named Lou
Who got stuck in a pot of glue.
When I said, “you’re a snob!”
She called me a yob!
She’s always been stuck up has Lou!
Secret Desires
Dreams may express our secret desires.
Those hidden fires
From which many recoil
When awake.
Yet, some partake
And even pour oil
On their dreams.
Their fantasy burns
And turns into reality.
Ere banality returns
And secret shame burns.
Winter Solstice
The wall clock ticks.
We have reached the Winter Solstice.
The ache in my shoulder
Says, I grow older.
But, after tonight
The evenings will slowly turn bright
And bare trees
Bring forth leaves.
The longest day will come.
The winter solstice
Will return once more.
But the great see
Must, one day
Sweep all this away
Leaving nothing behind.
Yet we still dance
A Decadent Young Lady Named Lou
A decadent young lady named Lou
Is coming round to mine at two.
We’ll have a lot to drink
But its not what you think!
As the bishop will be there too …!
Miss Green Who Lives in a Washing Machine
I met a young lady named Green
Who lives in a washing machine.
We went at great speed
To fulfill that girl’s need,
And then I awoke from that dream!
K Morris - Poet 