There was heavy rain
In the churchyard
As I hurried by
Cold old stones.
Later the sun came,
And early flowers
Groped for the spring.
Hope
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Cultured Miss Marr
A cultured young lady known as Marr
Has a job in a rough bar.
When she quotes Shakespeare
The customers all cheer
And dance with Marr on the bar!
Waitresses
I have taken delight
In Waitresses at night
And in the morning find
The same cold rain
And thoughts of the waitress
I so lovingly undressed
In my so fertile mind.
Here Comes a Chopper to Chop Off my Head!
When a wicked young man named Ted
Said, “I shall chop off your head!”,
And his friend Max
Passed him an axe,
I found I was dreaming in bed!
Grass
Some men take their pleasure
Amidst the sweet heather
With a pretty young lass.
But all grass
Turns to hay
And the poor poet’s lay
Must end in dust.
Sleep
Sometimes I find my mind
Dwelling on love and sleep.
My lover’s kiss
Is passing bliss.
But the Reaper keeps
His special kiss
For my inevitable sleep.
Mortality
I heard a solitary bird
Sing over tombs
On a sunny February day.
I know gloom
And beauty
While he
Knows not mortality.
Purely by Accident
When I accidentally entered a striptease bar
And got accosted by Pretty Miss Marr,
I said to Miss Coral,
“Are you girls quite moral?”,
As I returned that young lady’s bra …
Simulation
When I met a philosopher of this nation
Who said, “we’re all living in a simulation”.
I gave him a big kick
And whacked him with a stick,
Which was fine as we’re in a simulation!
I can Not Buy the Sky
I can not buy the sky
Or the restless sea.
I have bought sweet scented flowers
But they and I
Are not the sea and sky.
The brevity of hours
Are unknown to flowers.
They fear not
The graveyard plot.
K Morris - Poet 