Sometimes I write at night
And come the morning light
I take up my pen again.
One eventide
I shall lay aside
My pen
And not take it up again,
And the night
Shall take what I write,
For the landlord must call time
On my rhyme.
When a young man named Mike
Sat on a rather sharp spike
I said, with a sigh,
“My friend you won’t die,
But Mike, You have broken that spike!”.
We wish for fish
But when the fish
Is caught,
And wish
Turns from thought
To act,
We in fact
Find that the line
We did use
Entangles, and mangles
Us in our own ruse.
A cat will play with a mouse and thrust,
Much to we humans disgust,
Nature red in tooth and claw
Into our face.
The hounds will chase
The fox, and it leaves me bereft
For it is we who take pleasure in the creature’s death.
It is a truth profound
That the cat and the hound
Can not be bad,
But sometimes I think,
That we humans are mad.
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The above photograph shows my poem ‘Lost’. The text reads:
LOST
‘My thoughts lost on the damp air
Going who knows where.
The sodden grass
I pass
Where children play
but not today.
No ball
or bird call.
Only the rain’s incessant fall.’
– Kevin Morris
Excerpt from ‘Lost in the Labyrinth of my Mind’
‘Lost’ can be found in ‘Lost in the Labyrinth of my Mind’, available here for the UK and here for the US.
I perceive
The flowers as I
Pass by.
Should I
Grieve
That they will die?
I paused and smelt
And felt
Their slim stem that I
Could so easily break.
I chose not to take
And did the blooms forsake
For I
Know that they shall die
This poem and others like it can be found in ‘The Writer’s Pen and other poems’, available here for the UK and here for the US.
The above pictures were taken in Spa Wood, SE19.
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Bluebells close-up
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Yellow flowers close-up
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Wild garlic close-up
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Blue flowers close-up
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White flowers close-up
In the wood’s dark
Heart the breeze
Whispers in the trees
Words that I can not comprehend.
May god send
Me peace
And this breeze
Never cease.
‘In the woods dark heart’ can be found on Amazon in ‘The Writer’s Pen and other poems’ by Kevin Morris, available here for the UK and here for the US.
All of these pictures were taken in Spa Woods, SE19.
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A picture of the path leading into the woods
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A large tree close-up
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A large tree
She arrives in Jeans.
Changes into a dress.
Does a little to impress
In carefully choreographed scenes,
And departs in jeans.
When my friend whose name is Ted
Turned to me and said,
“If I had the time I’d use internal rhyme”,
I said, “you just have Ted!”.
There once was a clever Ukrainian
Who grew a spectacular geranium.
It had many pink flowers
And she spent countless hours
Tending that geranium which grew in her cranium!
K Morris - Poet 