When a young man named Binder
Said, “I want the organ grinder!”,
A young lady named Lou
Said, “will my monkey do?
He’s trained as a clock winder!”.
When A Young Man Named Binder
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I Heard Birds
I heard birds
On a chilly
January day.
How silly
For you or I
To try
To interpret what they say,
For the song of birds,
Is beyond our poor words.
He thought her what she was
He
Thought her what she
Was,
And acted accordingly,
Because
That is what she
Was.
What made her so
He
Did not know,
But because
That is what she
Was,
Both He
And she
Acted accordingly.
What makes for
“Because”?
“Was”?
And “acted accordingly”?
There is no iron law
To explain he
And she.
And circles may,
One Day,
Break.
An Earnest Young Man In A Cape
An earnest young man in a cape
Said, “I shall contribute to the cultural landscape”.
He wrote a great tome
About a girl called Joan,
But he just couldn’t carry the weight!
The Kent and Sussex Poetry Society open poetry competition 2020, closes on 31 January
The Kent and Sussex Poetry Society are running their 2020 Open Poetry Competition.
Anyone can enter, either online or by post, and submit a poem and/or poems on any subject.
The closing date for entries is 31 January 2020. For details please visit, https://kentandsussexpoetry.com/the-kent-sussex-poetry-society-open-competition/.
When A Young Lady Named Leigh
When a young lady named Leigh
Said, “I really like your poetry!”,
And I said, “thank you very much!
Would it be okay to go Dutch?”,
She said, “no, pay for me!”.
(to “go Dutch”, is to share the cost of something, for example a meal in a restaurant).
The Rain Patters Amongst These Leaves
The rain
Patters Amongst these leaves.
I listen again
And ascertain,
That its the breeze
Midst these trees.
Yet it sounds the same
As rain.
Mix
A mix
Of limbs
And diverse sins.
Some get their kicks
From rhyme.
Time
Passes
For lads and lasses.
Bodies intertwine
Genes travel on
Though we are gone,
Whilst others leave a rhyme
Behind, for posterity to find.
When A Young Lady Named Leigh
When a young lady named Leigh
Said, “you have had too much tea!”,
And I said, “are you judging?”,
She said, “no, I am begrudging,
The fact you left none for me!”.
51
Its my birthday today.
I shall walk in the wood
And maybe see
A nymph.
But, if so,
I shall be good!
I shall go to the pub
Tonight
And delight
In the company of companions dear,
As we sit near
To the open fire.
I am 51.
Over half a century has passed.
Tonight I shall raise a glass
And wonder where the time
Has gone,
And be glad
That I have
Friends, and rhyme.
K Morris - Poet 