Light fades.
Shades
In forgotten graves
stir.
Black cats purr.
Despair
On a broomstick travels.
Joy unravels
As hope dies
And the vampire
Glides
Through pitch black skies.
An Early Halloween Poem
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Heaven And Hell
To float on a cloud
As angels sing loud
Hymns
about the redemption of sins
Would, I think
Drive me to drink.
The devil would wink
And invite me to sink
To his abode below.
Should I choose to go
There would be good cheer.
bitter beer
and a warm fire, forever near
Well Spoken Girl
A girl well spoken.
The doors that could open
close
on this delicate rose.
The primrose path to hell is sweet
But the way back will defeat
Those who walk on dainty feet.
Don’t judge a book by it’s cover
Or you may discover
Something other
Than you bargained for.
Janus stands atop the door
while the raven does khaw.
Supermarket Shopping
As empty as a harlot’s kiss.
There is no bliss
In these aisles
Where smiles
Are lost
And the cost
Is known
By those who shop alone.
“Hey Diddle Diddle” For Modern Times
Hey diddle diddle.
The cat’s on the fiddle.
The cow kidnapped the moon.
The policeman laughed at the overtime
And the butler ran away with the spoon.
No Tower Fell
No tower fell
And the hangman’s bell
Failed to knell.
The passage of time
Obfuscates crime.
Was a line crossed
And morality tossed
asunder?
Did plunder
Take place?
Disgrace
Waits in the wings.
Things
Are not forgotten
And often
The deeds we sow
Flower in woe.
From The Dark We Come And To The Dark We Shall Return
We come out of night.
Oh brief delight.
The song of the bird
A loving word
All are heard.
Nature’s scent
Our lives are spent
In joy and pain.
In the end ‘tis all the same.
From the dark womb
We come
For a time dally under the sun
Then to the tomb.
It is over all to soon.
A second reading of my poem ‘Dolls’.
This is a re-recording of my poem ‘Dolls’. The clarity of the second recording is, I believe, better than the earlier reading.
‘Dolls’ can be found in ‘The girl who wasn’t there and other poems’, available here for the UK http://www.amazon.co.uk/girl-wasnt-there-other-poems-ebook/dp/B0155KSKOC/ref=cm_cr_pr_bdcrb_top?ie=UTF8 and here http://www.amazon.com/girl-wasnt-there-other-poems-ebook/dp/B0155KSKOC/ref=cm_cr_pr_bdcrb_top?ie=UTF8 for the US.
My bookshelves
I thought it would be interesting to share a view of the bookcase in my bedroom. The books in question are all in braille. I have four book cases in total; the one in the bedroom, another in my living room and two in my study/spare room.
K Morris reading an anonymous poem entitled ‘The Bridal Morn’
A selection of books from my bookcase
My bookcase
K Morris reading an anonymous poem entitled ‘The Bridal Morn’
http://www.theguardian.com/books/2012/oct/08/poem-of-the-week-bridal-morn
An article from The Guardian about the poem ‘The Bridal Morn’
Volcano
She watches the mountain.
Granite spurts as a fountain
out of control
encompassing the whole.
Lava fills her garden.
The rock it will harden
once more.
Another eruption is in store.
K Morris - Poet 