There once was a girl in red
Who liked to stand on her head.
When they asked her why
She would wink 1 eye
And play the drums with her head!
Musical Head
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Wet Grass
December has become January.
Alas last summer’s grass
Is a quagmire.
We all desire
The spring to come
But the grass
On which I stood
Remains as mud.
Love
After an evening of laughter,
Restaurants and wine,
You took off your robe.
Now I find
Girl’s heels in my wardrobe
You left behind.
Am I a mere magpie?
I have found earrings
And other such similar things
Young women leave behind.
But love would be divine.
Drains Gurgling with Rain
I pass by
Drains gurgling with rain.
How quickly rain
Drains away.
You and I
Are like the rain.
But rain
Does not die.
Happy New Year!
A very happy new year to all of my readers! I hope 2024 is a good year for you all.
Best wishes. Kevin
Sunlight
This sunlight
On the wall.
The clock’s
Quiet tick tock.
This birdcall.
My dog on this matt.
I know that
All delight ends in night.
Hang the Jumper (a Tongue Twister)
Hang the jumper
On the hanger
In the handy
Hanging wardrobe.
A Kind of Song
I awake by you,
(Your headphones in).
I guess they quiet
The inner din
Of your unquiet mind)
Despite my desire
To avoid your fire
I have held you tight
For another night
Finding in your kiss
A kind of passing bliss
Tasting of perfume
Cigarettes and regret.
When my Busy Thoughts
When my busy thoughts
For a moment, stop,
I become aware
Of the clock
Ticking away my day.
I may turn away
And write.
But old Time
Will not delay
The night
To accommodate my rhyme.
I Met a Young Man Named Wong
I met a young man named Wong
Who spoke of wine, women and song.
When I said, “is that Housman?”,
He said, “no, it is Dowson!”.
He’s an educated young man is Wong!
K Morris - Poet 