It rained last night.
The wet trees brushed
Against my thirsting flesh.
The delight
Of parched park refreshed
By rain.
It Rained Last Night
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Nature
We may try to deny
That Mother Nature is there.
But the bur
On our clothes.
The prick of the rose.
And twigs in our hair.
Show what we know,
That nature is there.
There is Part of the Park
There is part
Of the park
Mysterious and dark
Where wind sings
Always to me.
And I
Am free.
Maude Who Makes Love on an Ironing Board
I know a young lady named Maude
Who makes love on an ironing board.
Her husband Ted
Prefers the bed.
But I’m fond of Maude’s ironing board …
He Unburdens His Soul to Her
He unburdens his soul to her.
You would swear that she cares.
The time on her expensive mobile
Says, “you pay for my style
And my new phone.
Then I go home
And you, left alone
Smell perfume that lingers
In your bedroom, and on fingers.
Then you make a bank transfer,
Just to show that you care”.
Wind and Rain
I heard the wind blow
Through this wood I love.
When I go
Wind will blow.
And rain pour,
Though I am no more.
Yet it comforts me so.
Fay Who Would Ceaselessly Say the Word Hay
There was a young lady named Fay
Who would ceaselessly say the word hay.
She met a horse
Who did, of course
Mistake that young lady Fay for hay!
My Poem “A Summer Butterfly” Included on the World Poetry Reading Series for 21 July
I am pleased to announce that my poem A Summer Butterfly has been included on the World Poetry Reading Series for 21 July. A Summer Butterfly is read by Ariadne Sawyer and can be found approximately 6 minutes into the podcast https://www.mixcloud.com/VictorSchwartzman/world-poetry-cafe-for-july-21-2022/.
I listened to the show using Google Chrome. However, other browsers should also work. You don’t need an account on Mixcloud in order to listen.
You can find a transcript of my poem here https://kmorrispoet.com/2022/07/05/a-summer-butterfly/.
My Dog Whose Name is Joan
My dog whose name is Joan
Is fond of chewing a bone.
Whilst in the graveyard
She chews real hard,
Which makes the poor vicar moan!
Lost Contacts
Emails sent to old contacts
Is like needles in haystacks.
Some emails come back.
They’ve changed their address.
A girl lost her dress.
And I’ve lost another contact.
K Morris - Poet 