A new, unsullied page
Will be turned, as it must.
Love and lust.
Heels wear down with age.
A New, Unsullied Page
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Objectify
How easy it is to objectify.
To lie
In a stranger’s arms,
To enjoy her charms.
But, in the morning to hear her say
(in such a natural way),
“Can you hear the birds?”
To objectify
Is to die
Yet words
Spoken, without art
Can open
Man’s cynical heart
And cause him to see
The She
Behind the lie
Of objectify
When A Young Man Whose Name is Dave
When a young man whose name is Dave
Refused, point blank, to shave,
His very stern father
Got in a lather
And shaved that young man named Dave!
There Was A Young Lady of Moscow
There was a young lady of Moscow
Who purchased an arrow and bow.
A god called Cupid
(Who was somewhat stupid)
Stood on that young lady’s toe!
Ghosts
As ghosts we pass,
Brittle as glass.
Nothing lasts.
(“Ghosts” can be found in “Dalliance; A Collection of Poetry and Prose”, which is available in the Amazon Kindle store and can be found here, https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B00QQVJC7E/.
When The Squire, Sitting By His Fire
When the squire
Sitting by his fire,
Rang the bell,
Who can tell
Whether the servant, summoned by his call
Had any desire
For the great hall to fall.
How easy ’tis to condemn
Past men.
But tell me
would you reject
The established imperfect
For a future that can never be?
How To Start Writing Poetry
A good article on “How to Start Writing Poetry”, https://www.writingforward.com/poetry-writing/how-to-start-writing-poetry.
On My Way Back Home Last Night
On my way back home last night
I saw a young woman in white.
She stood under a street lamp
And her stilettoed feet she did stamp,
For it was cold last night!
The Key to My Clock
I keep
The key
For a time
In a tray.
Will people seek
For the key
When I go away
And, perchance, finding this rhyme
Think on old Father Time
And me?
Eels
Flirts in skirts
And stiletto heels.
As eels
We slip
Hip against hip.
Shall I confide
Or hide
In verse?
Oh how terse
Are flirts in Skirts
And heels.
And time, I recall
Steals all.
K Morris - Poet 