As I listened to jaz
I felt a pang
As a young woman sang,
For I thought on the last time
I heard the jaz
In this place, with you,
So wrote a rhyme
As it was all I could do.
Jaz
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When A Young Man Named Keith
When a young man named Keith
Said, “love, ’tis often brief”,
His girlfriend Lou
Said, “that’s true,
You have already finished Keith!”.
Roses I May Not Pick, Tempt
Roses I may not pick, tempt
With their sweet
Scent.
The peach,
Out of reach
I may not eat
For mine
Wine
Has passed its best.
But, in time
All things must rest.
The hour
Of the flower
And peach, is brief,
And all must, one day cease
Overheard
He spoke about a guy
Who tried to woo
A lady of 22.
And I,
Overheard every word
And wondered what it had to do
With him.
I don’t know,
Is it a sin
For a guy of 52
Or so,
To woo
A girl of 22?
I think
That if a guy
Of 52,
Wishes to buy
A drink
For a lady of 22
That it is nothing to do
With me or you.
“A fool and his money are soon parted”
The moralist will say. But, if that be true
And a man is brokenhearted,
I come back to
my original question, what has that to do
With me or you?
Five new poems by poet K Morris on Soundcloud
Five new poems by poet Kevin Morris on Soundcloud.
I Have Not Thrown Away
I have not thrown away
That which you gave me the other day.
A worthless thing perhaps,
Yet hope takes time to collapse.
Maybe tomorrow
With a twinge of sorrow
It will be thrown away.
Or, like a coward
I shall put it in a drawer
Where it shall be seen no more
Save only by me,
Though ’tis better to be free
Of both it and thee.
Sometimes You Have To
Sometimes you have to
Say what is true
Although you know
That it may be the end
Of a friend
Or a love affair.
You should take great care
What you do
But sometimes you have to
Say what is true
Though it hurts
Both them and you.
Four poems by K Morris Poet on Soundcloud
I have uploaded the following four poems to my Soundcloud.
For The Walk Never Taken
For the walk that was never taken,
For the talk that was never talked,
For the ball never played,
For the one who stayed
Alone,
At home
Forsaken,
Who was to blame?
Love is a game
To some
And perhaps it matters not
For the sun
Is still hot
And the sky does remain
Suspended above
This game
Of love.
Rose
On my way
Home today
I met
A budding rose
And did a poem compose
To love, lust,
Dust, and regret.
Who knows
Whether the rose
Be closed
Still.
All flesh is grass
And I will
Into the dark forest pass
While the rose
Is blooming still
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