When a young lady in red
Invited me to come to bed
I said, “dear Miss Moore!
This is a furniture store!
And the manager has turned red!”
When a young lady in red
Invited me to come to bed
I said, “dear Miss Moore!
This is a furniture store!
And the manager has turned red!”
Alexa plays
As my clock chimes
Reminding me of slower days.
When Father Time
Kept a steady pace.
Many have vanished without trace.
This rhyme
Will not save
Me from the grave
And if people should find
My poetry
It will not profit me.
Yet I must write
For the night
Will end all my poetry
A young lady who is really most cerebral
Said, “your poetry it is so very terrible!”
I said to her, Jane,
You have a great brain,
But your manners they are really most terrible!”
You left your umbrella behind
For me to find.
I remember, it had ducks.
I let you know.
But we did not go
Down that path again.
Still I remember the ducks
And she who came
To me in the rain.
In honour of the horror of Halloween, and to make you scream:
Will You Go?
“Will you join in death’s dance
And find romance
In Hades below?
Touch my skin
Soft as snow.
My love will you go
Where the death lilies grow?”
Halloween:
Light fades.
Shades
In forgotten graves
Stir.
Black cats purr.
Despair
On a broomstick travels.
Joy unravels
As hope dies
And the vampire flies
Through pitch black skies.
(The above poems can be found in my collection, Lost in the Labyrinth of My Mind Lost in the labyrinth of my mind eBook : Morris, K.: Amazon.co.uk: Kindle Store
When a young lady wearing only a hat
Went and invited me back to her flat,
And I said, “Rose!
Where are your clothes!”,
She said, “You’re silly! They’re at my flat!”
I am pleased to have had my poem On the Death of a Writer included in the October readings of Dodo Modern Vidpoets, DODO MODERN VIDPOETS 2024/2025: VIRTUAL DODO FOURTEEN – OCTOBER 2025
Also included, are readings by Sophia Argyris, and my friend Nick Alldridge.
My poem On the Death of a Writer can also be found in my most recent collection, Passing Through; Some Thoughts on Life and Death, which is available from Amazon Passing Through: Some thoughts on life and death: Amazon.co.uk: Morris, K: 9798284279151: Books
A patch of sunlight on the hall floor.
I close the living room door
And the light is seen no more.
I know the night kills the light
And the ferryman waits to take
Me to the final gate
Where there is no Cerberus
To prevent our escape.
Just what was us
And implacable fate.
I am marrying a young lady named Kate
Who will inherit all of my literary estate.
She says, “writers have money”,
Which I find really funny –
As she’ll inherit all of my literary estate …