He met an elf
Intent on self.
Taking her down
From the shelf
He did forsake the straight path
And with a bitter laugh
In self
Man and elf
Drowned.
Self
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There Was A Young Lady From Rangoon
There was a young lady from Rangoon
Who met a man by the light of the moon.
To her delight
She discovered that night
An extremely hairy baboon …!
Mr Apples
I am not a huge fan of the pop group Madness. However there recently released song, “Mr Apples” (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aWUisvmZRiw) caught my attention. The song deals with hypocrisy as does my poem “The Hypocrite”, (https://newauthoronline.com/2015/07/26/the-hypocrite/). Madness’s song does, I think make the point with humour and (possibly) a touch of compassion for Mr Apples.
Loss
When you leave your shoes
You lose
Them for a while,
Yet there can be no denial
They will be found on the floor
Outside the front door, and you will smile,
Put them on
And be gone.
When you lose your jeans
There will be scenes,
But they will be discovered
On the ground where they lie.
I sigh
And idly speculate
Whether you learned to late
That some things can not be recovered.
Fools
Fools
Seek for ghouls
Under the bed.
And strain in fear
To hear
The tread
Of those long since dead.
The bogeyman’s cold hands
Commands
Terror on the part
Of those who are to blind
To find
The demon in their own heart.
Petard
I have never yet
Seen a regret.
Though I have felt
A pang
That sprang
Into my heart and dwelt
There, unknown by all but me.
StillI can not be free
Of the nagging voice
That whispers, “you had a choice
And where hoist on your own petard.
This lesson hard
You should learn,
Do not conscience spurn
When it cries,
He who acts thus dies.
All regrets and sighs
Will not repair the broken shell.
This truth I tell,
Actions misjudged may end in hell”.
Satyrs and Sprites
The satyrs drink
And think
On woodland sprites
And fleeting delights.
The sprites preen
And glean
What they may
For youth passeth away.
“Will you stay
Awhile?”
The satyrs say
With a nonchalant smile.
“I will remain
Until dawn does stain
The sky with gold.
Tomorrow will be a cold
Day”,
The sprites say.
Extension of deadline to obtain a free electronic copy of my collection of poetry, “Refractions”
On Monday 19 September, I posted HERE offering a free copy of my collection of poetry, “Refractions” to any of my readers who contacted me by Friday 23 September.
I have been delighted with the response so have decided to extend the deadline until 12 pm on Tuesday 27 September.
Anyone who would like to receive a free copy of “Refractions” should please email me by noon on Tuesday 27 September at newauthoronline (at) gmail (dot) com.
Kind regards,
Kevin
There Was A Young Lady Called May
There was a young lady called May
Who went to roll in the hay.
A naughty gnome
Said, “you should be at home”.
She replied, “come hither and play”!
There Was A Young Man From Prussia
There was a young man from Prussia
Who married a girl from Russia.
All went well
Then, sad to tell,
Prussia invaded Russia!
K Morris - Poet 