As stiff as the headboard
That has seen so much
She shrinks from his touch.
The cord
Of a reward
Ties.
She sighs,
Acquiesces
And undresses.
Acquiescence
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There Was A Young Lady Called Gale
There was a young lady called Gale
Who came from a place named Sale.
Wanting advice on buying a pet,
She went to the vet
Who recommended purchasing a whale!
The Thing He Hates
The devil patiently waits
As the fool prates.
For Lucifer knows
History shows
That Man learns too late,
He has become the thing he hates.
Shall I
Shall I, like the Lady of Shalot
Look beyond this mirrored spot,
And turn and see
What lover or demon pursues me?
I think I know.
But should I go
And see
What lover or demon pursues me?
She is neither goblin nor elf
Nor Satan in nymph’s guise.
‘Tis no surprise to see,
It is my own self
That pursues me.
Indefinable
The traffick noise momentarily fades.
No words,
Just the singing of birds
And a yearning for woodland glades
Happy Easter
I would like to wish all my followers/readers a very happy Easter. Whatever Easter means to you, have a wonderful Easter break.
Kevin
Which Came First?
The egg breaks
And man takes
His place on this earth.
Be he mighty and proud
Or lost in the crowd,
It is death and rebirth.
He will return to the turf.
The tree from the grave grows
And who knows
Which came first, the egg or the bird
There Was A Young Man From Calcutta
There was a young man from Calcutta
Who found a pound in the gutter.
A dog had been there,
Which caused him to swear,
That unfortunate young man from Calcutta!
Falling
No rain can quell
This burning
Hell.
Angels falling from the sky,
Calling to you and I,
Cry
Crocodile tears
For wasted years.
Then, half-heartedly die.
Why pretend
As we descend,
That you do not recognise
In those dead eyes
The mirror image of you and I?
Youth
College girls whirl,
unthurl.
Blossoms borne on a spring breeze
Tease
And please
Young men
Who, forgetting book and pen
Turn
And learn
Full well
What no dull
Text can tell.
K Morris - Poet 