In the post office I stood
With you.
When someone, I know not who,
Reached out to stroke
You.
The moat
‘Twixt sleep
And endless dream
Is not as deep
As it often does seem.
The Moat
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One of My poems Included On Dodo Modern Poets
I am pleased to announce that my poem “The Man With the Mop” has been included on Dodo Modern Poets for September 2020. To listen to my poem (and that of the other contributors), please visit, http://dodovidpoets.blogspot.com/2020/09/virtual-dodo-3-september-2020.html.
“The Man With the Mop” can be found in “The Selected Poems of K Morris”, which can be accessed here https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B07WW8WXPP/ and here https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07WW8WXPP/.
Strawberries and Cream
Last night I dreamed a strange dream
About strawberries and lashings of fresh cream.
All the young women
Said no to sinning.
But gave in to strawberries and cream.
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Last night I dreamed a strange dream
About strawberries and lashings of fresh cream.
All the young women
Said no to sinning.
And the vicar fell into the cream!
Pat
A young lady whose name is Pat
Sent me a message using her WhatsApp.
She called me “sweet honey”,
And asked me for money.
And I’ve never seen a photograph like that!
If Girls Could Read The Mind
If girls could read the mind
Of the average guy, I
Think you would find
Many a poor guy
With a black eye!
I Asked The Devil
I asked the devil, “wherein lies sin?”.
She answered me, “sir, sin, ’tis within
Both thee and me.
Now, my dear boy
Don’t be so coy.
And just tell me,
What would you like me to be!”.
Bittersweet
There are no ghosts amidst these trees
Just an autumn breeze. and bittersweet memories.
I Collected A Conker
I collected a conker
A few weeks back.
I have it still.
But will
Forever, lack
You who
Collected it with me.
Dog Shadows
I awoke,
With a start
To a bark.
But you spoke
Not. And now I pass
Your shadow, on the grass.
A Poet’s Thoughts
Young women lead men astray.
But I find writing
So much more inviting
Yet, on a hot day
A poet’s thoughts may
Turn (’tis most perverse,
To something other than verse …
K Morris - Poet 