I would like to wish all of my readers a very happy Christmas! I hope the remainder of the present year and the coming one brings happiness to you all.
Very best wishes. Kevin
Happy Christmas!
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As I Walked a Great Country Estate
As I walked a great country estate
I met with that feisty Miss Kate.
When I said, “is it pleasant
To play at being a peasant?”,
She said, “get off my father’s estate!”.
Dogs
On the ground
Logs lie
While all around
Joyous dogs
Spend their day
In play
Unaware of the decay
Of logs
And of how I
Envy dogs
In their play.
Binmen
The binmen know
Where the single go
For solitary takeaway.
The meal for 1
Fills the trash
While the used condom
Is often found
On the needled ground
But no cash
Equals no company.
Doors Bang on Winter Nights
Doors bang
On winter nights.
Something clangs.
The brightest light
Must fade and die.
And tonight I
Hear the wild wind’s
Great impersonal roar.
And when the doors
Bang and slam
I know I am
Just windblown dust.
Rules of Behaviour
When a young lady named Miss Hocking
Said, “your behaviour is really quite shocking!”,
I said, “what I done
I done it in fun!”.
She said, “your grammar is also shocking!”.
What is the Purpose of Poetry?
An interesting piece on Medium entitled What is the Purpose of Poetry? https://medium.com/the-howling-owl/what-is-the-purpose-of-poetry-147ba89ef9b0.
For me, poetry is valuable in and of itself. As with love and friendship it matters because it matters. If you where to pin me down and insist that I provide a fuller explanation, then I would say that poetry matters because it stirs the emotions. It speaks to who we are/explores what it is to be human.
As an aside, I am often puzzled by those who derive great pleasure from pop music (which almost invariably rhymes), yet dislike poetry, much of which rhymes! Perhaps the dislike by some of poetry stems from them having it drummed into them at a tender age rather than having discovered it for themselves.
My love of poetry was sparked by a school teacher, Mr Delacruz who recorded several cassettes for me, including a number of poems. In addition, I spent many hours in the school library discovering poetry for myself via anthologies such as Palgrave’s Golden Treasury and the Oxford Book of English Verse.
As always, I would be interested to hear your views regarding the purpose of poetry/what poetry means to you.
Sporty Miss Pearl
I know a young lady named Pearl
Who sets my head in a whirl.
I think I’m in love
As with her boxing glove
She sets my head in a whirl!
Tombs
I have passed tombs
In the sunshine
And in the gloom
Pondering on rhyme
And my fleeting time.
Scented with perfume
She passed the dead
Who lay entombed
In their unenvied bed
And the dead slept on
When she was gone.
We find brevity in lust
And permanence in dust.
Vampire
Your kiss
A mingling of perfume
With cigarettes.
Led inexorably to bed.
Later I found
Heels in my bedroom
And your perfume
On my dressing gown.
Smoke no longer lingers.
But I find
Sharp teeth and fingers
Occupy my mind.
K Morris - Poet 