Her name was Lin.
She was petite and slim
With long, black hair.
Just for a dare
I asked her
To dance.
She did sway
In a most peculiar way.
In search of romance
I took a chance
And invited her back
To mine.
We drank wine
As my black
Cat did purr,
But hold on there
I have no cat, either white or black,
And Lin I haven’t seen
Since the night of Halloween …
When a respectable gentleman called White
Paused by a winking red light
A young lady named Hall
Said, “how angels do fall
And the sky it is starry tonight”.
When a young lady who’s name was Lou
Lost her party shoe
A girl called Anne
Lent her a frying pan
Which she wore instead of a shoe.
—
A talented young lady called Rose
Decided a poem to compose.
She wrote it all down
And a jolly old clown
Tattooed it right there on his nose.
—
When a talented young lady called Rose
Decided a poem to compose
A vicar named Night
Smiled with delight
And went in search of his clothes …
When a vampire called Miss White
Visited me at dead of night
And stood by my bed
In her dress blood red
I wondered if she would bite …!
—
When a vampire called Miss White
Visited me at dead of night
I offered her rump steak
But she refused to partake
And flew into the starless night
I was delighted to receive the below feedback for my collection of poems, “The Writer’s Pen and Other Poems”, from Alex Lee, who has produced the audio version of the book, (https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07GD1LBMV/),
“We have just sent you an MP3 file of the fully produced poems for your approval. They are wonderful poems and Mark, not normally a fan of poetry loved them as he was editing and mastering the tracks, as do I. You have a great gift”.
(The audio edition of “The Writer’s Pen” will, I hope be available in November 2018. For the Kindle edition please follow the above link).
As I walk through the graveyard on Halloween
I shall think on how witches and ghouls
Are only by fools
Seen.
The learned well understand
That there is no ghostly hand
To their progress stop
As they pass the graveyard plot.
Yet I shall quicken my pace
Just in case …
Yesterday evening, when I met up with my friend Brian, he reminded me of this beautiful Shakespearian sonnet:
“That time of year thou mayst in me behold
When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang
Upon those boughs which shake against the cold,
Bare ruined choirs, where late the sweet birds sang.
In me thou see’st the twilight of such day
As after sunset fadeth in the west;
Which by and by black night doth take away,
Death’s second self, that seals up all in rest.
In me thou see’st the glowing of such fire,
That on the ashes of his youth doth lie,
As the deathbed whereon it must expire,
Consumed with that which it was nourished by.
This thou perceiv’st, which makes thy love more strong,
To love that well which thou must leave ere long”.
I know a young lady called Lin
Who is pretty but full of sin.
On the night of Halloween
I saw a touching scene,
‘Twas the devil romancing Lin!
—
There was a young lady called Lin
Who grew a giant pumpkin.
Whilst out one Halloween
I saw a thing obscene
Which made me run back in!
—
There was a young lady called Lin
Who was petite and slim.
On the night of Halloween
I found a thing obscene,
‘Twas Lucifer in my bin!
When the wife of a man called Ted
Found a stiletto under their bed
She said, “I’m sure that this shoe
Belongs to my good friend Lou!”,
At which Ted turned and fled!
When a bold young man of Bristol
Threatened me with his pistol
I said, with a sigh
“You foolish young guy!
Throw down that water pistol!”.
K Morris - Poet 