The nettles flourished in the rain.
When I came there again
Men had removed them.
Civilisation came.
Nettles and rain
Remain.
Nettles and Rain
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Foxes
The below poem contains an expletive. I make no apology for this, as poetry should be honest:
“The foxes are fucking“, you said.
A vulgar thing to say,
But we where on our way
To bed.
And I,
Hearing their cry
Pondered on lust
And the vulgarity of you.
But what you said was true.
And we 2 could see
That oft in lust
We hide from dust.
Bed
My desire for flesh.
We will undress
And I will find
Pleasure in bed.
Yet still
In her warm arms
A chill
Thought haunts my mind
Of the bed
Where all is dead.
Lone Thoughts
Standing at my bedroom window.
A couple laugh
Somewhere below
And an owl cries nearby.
Summer passes.
The owl’s cry
Is my company.
Schooner
There once was a beautiful young perfumer
Who went to sea in a schooner.
I am sad to say
That she sank near Bombay,
And I wept over my poor schooner.
The Scales of Justice
The scales of justice
Weigh right and wrong.
But, when unjust men
Sail away in death
‘Ere her scales
Have time to weigh,
What can
Justice say?
For the man
Has gone beyond
Our human
Right and wrong.
Lou and Her Movie
When a naughty young lady Known as Lou
Decided to star in a movie most blue,
Me and Fred
Painted her red.
As for Lou, she painted us 2 blue!
Maiden
Stripping the maiden bare
I leave her.
In my living room.
No sweet scent
For me to repent
Just a frame
Of steel
And plastic,
A bachelor maintains
For drying clothes.
Burning the Candle at Both Ends
When I said to my dear friends,
“I’ve burned the candle at both ends,
By drinking and sinning
With beautiful young women!”.
They said, “that Kevin! He always pretends!”.
Cat
“I’m a cat girl” she said.
Cats enter bed
Where they purr
And sometimes they scratch and bite.
I wonder, on this summer night
Does she delight
With purrs
And bites.
K Morris - Poet 