When I take the short walk
Through the churchyard, my thought
Often turns
To lessons not learned
And chances spurned.
And then I turn
To my so ordinary day
And say,
“I will learn!”
Yet still my way
Remains the same
Treadmill of pleasure and pain.
But my demons will stop
When the devil knocks
Early March.
Winter’s last blast
Tries to deny
The spring
I met a young lady named Vera
Who said all the people fear her!
I said to Sky,
“Please tell me why?”
She shivered and said, “go ask Vera!”
I shall compose
A poem grandiose
To love and lust
And how I just
Pricked my nose
On yonder rose!
When a Marxist who had lost his glasses
Said, “religion is the opiate of the masses”.
And I said, “How so?”
He said “I don’t know!
And comrade have you seen my glasses!”
There was a young lady named Fay
Who met with a gentleman one day.
He said, “I’m a buccaneer!”
Which Fay found quite queer,
As he worked in a field of hay!
In the quiet time
Before I go online
I see the sunshine
Fall on my office walls.
If I could stay
And watch the sunlight play
I would be happy,
Temporarily.
I have seen another January
Come and go
And trust I will see
The coming spring
Bring flowers to me.
But man’s hours
Are brief as flowers
And I may go
And not know
January or spring
In the early morning
Before the birds are heard
I think on light
And dark
And how the human heart
Makes art.
For we are light
And dark
I awake to rain again.
Should I build an ark?
If I do the shark …
My thoughts grow far too dark …
A bear in my bed
Would keep me from sleep
For fear that it would eat …
I have no dread of the pussycat,
But what of the mouse and rat …
For the poor pussycat
Must be fed …
I do like dogs
Yet fear they would gobble up frogs!
I imagine the crocodile’s smile
As he lies, just like a log
Waiting for some cat or unfortunate dog
To pass by …
On second thoughts, perhaps I
Should wait for the rain to stop
For I can not chop wood in rain …
When a young lady eating strawberries and cream
Went and told me about her weird dream,
I said to her, “Lee,
That seems strange to me!”
As she covered me in strawberries and cream!
K Morris - Poet 