‘Tis bliss
To kiss
And, if the mood be right
To spend the night
With a special one.
And, when she is gone
The remembrance
Of that kiss
Does persist,
A semblance
Of bliss
That was, but never is.
‘Tis Bliss to Kiss
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A Young Lady Who’s Name Is Hocking
A young lady who’s name is Hocking
Engaged in conduct most shocking.
She came round to me
At just gone 3
And left behind her stocking.
You Can Tie It Up In A Bow
You can tie it up in a bow
With pretty wrapping
And say “it is not so”.
But, when there comes a tapping
At the door
Both parties know
What she is there for.
Girls Wise Beyond Their Years
Girls wise beyond their years.
Men who forget
regret, Then
do it all
Again
To forget.
And tears fall
On all
The Church Going Girl
The church going girl
May set the rake’s head in a whirl
And touch his heart
With her artless art.
He may amend his life
And take her to wife
For has the leopard not
The power to change his spot?
A Pretty Young Lady Named Hogg
A pretty young lady named Hogg
Owns a rather large dog.
When she comes round to mine
We drink fine wine
And then we walk the dog …
Happy New Year
I see Janus looking forward and back. I hope that 2019 sees the god of doorways smiling upon you.
With very best wishes – Kevin
A walk through Spa Woods
Earlier this afternoon I took a walk with my friend Shanelle through Spa Woods, which is situated some few minutes walk from my home. Prior to entering the woods, one comes across Tivoli Lodge, built in 1830 by Decimus Burton. Initially it served as the entrance lodge to Royal Beulah Spa and Pleasure Gardens, though the Spa has now been demolished.
Please see photos of our walk and the woods below:
Myself and Trigger outside of Tivoli Lodge.
Myself and Trigger outside of Tivoli Lodge, but with me smiling this time!
A close-up of one of the trees.
The trees along the path.
Close-up of a tree.
Myself and Trigger on the path.
Looking back, at the end of the path.
A number of my poems have been inspired by Spa Woods, including the below:
In the Woods Dark Heart
“In the wood’s dark heart,
The breeze,
Whispers in the trees,
Words that I cannot comprehend.
May God send
Me peace
And this breeze
Never cease.”
The above poem can be found in ‘The Writer’s Pen and other Poems’. You can get the audio book here for the UK and here for the US.
Audio-book cover for ‘The Writer’s Pen and other Poems’.
There Once Was A Poet Called Purse
There once was a poet called Purse
Who’s poems became steadily worse.
His work was so bad
That it drove the critics quite mad
So they paid him to stop writing verse!
The Evening Bird Has the Last Word
The evening bird
Has the last word
Ere night closes.
In on virtue and sin.
The poet supposes
That another sun
Will come
and he will thrill
To birdsong once more.
Ere his day is o’er.
K Morris - Poet 