When I met a young lady named Flair
Who said, “sir, you are merely a flâneur!”
I said, “I observe the street
And many people I meet.
But Flair, tell me what is a flâneur !”
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Tag Archives: Rhyme
Andy the Dandy
My friend whose name is Andy
Has a reputation as a dandy.
He thought Miss Mandy hot
And offered her cheap chocolate.
But Mandy she preferred a shandy!
Open Window
I open my window
And listen to bird calls
As rain falls
To the garden below.
This is the timeless time
Of nature’s passing rhyme.
But work calls
And I must go.
Yet the fall
Of the rain
And the bird’s call
Remain
Marr’s Scandolous Memoir
I know a young lady named Marr
Who is writing a most scandalous memoir.
She has just turned 22
And has already been through
Countless ripped dresses and tonight’s torn bra …
Breath
The cold takes my breath.
I kick a branch away
And think of death.
Winter will not stay.
The wind through branches sighs
Then dies away.
And I will lie
As that bough
Lies now
While birds sing
In spring.
The Vicar’s Daughter
When the vicar’s daughter named Miss Lee
Said, “life is merely a tragic comedy!”
And she danced quite nude,
Which the congregation found rude!
I made her a nice cup of tea!
Time’s Halter
Tired.
Not inspired
To write tonight.
Light
Grows dim.
Seconds pass.
Pub and friends beckon.
The cheerful lights
Shut out the night.
But all dims
And the dark descends
In the end
Yet I laugh
And pass my time
In rhyme and friends
No-one can stop
The ever present clock
For Time’s halter
Holds us all
In thrall
Yet still we pretend …
Poetry and Historical Fiction on the World Poetry Cafe
On Thursday 29th January, I appeared on the World poetry Café together with the author of “Through the Roman Gate”, a historical novel which is available to purchase in the Kindle store. The book sounds like a fascinating read and I will be downloading it onto my Kindle.
During my segment of the podcast I read a number of my recently published work and talked about what inspires me to compose poetry.
To listen to the podcast please visit https://flashfiction2.substack.com/p/world-poetry-cafe-jan-29-kevin-morris?utm_source=podcast-email%2Csubstack&publication_id=5716717&post_id=186013381&utm_campaign=email-play-on-substack&utm_medium=email&utm_content=play_card_post_title&r=dv63h&triedRedirect=true. My segment appears approximately 27 minutes in.
I am grateful to Ariadne Sawyer and Victor for hosting me on the World Poetry Café.
The Lost Hat
When a young lady who visited my flat
Said, “I think I have lost my hat!”
And I said, “after that booze
You lost more than your shoes!”
She said, “just give me back my hat …!”
Dash
Sometimes I dash
Along the churchyard path.
But those who sleep
Have no appointments to keep.
And I pass by
The graveyard plot
Until I do not.
Yet I must
My final appointment keep
With worms and dust.
And the earth
Will continue to turn
Without heed or need
Of me
K Morris - Poet 