In the wood
My dog chased
A squirrel.
No thought of good
Or bad
Had he,
For he was free
Of morality.
In my mind
I often find,
Squirreled away
A thought
I ought
Not to think
Of play
With prey.
Chasing Squirrels
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Tag Archives: Rhyme
Eternity
When I trace
Time’s impassive face
I see eternity,
Vast, and empty,
Waiting for me.
Doppelganger
There is a young lady named White
Who is known as the gentlemen’s delight.
She works in a club
With that gorgeous Miss Grub
And my doppelganger was there last night …!
There Once Was a Most Wicked Old Cat
There once was a most wicked old cat
Who ate many a fine gentleman’s top hat.
He lived in a house
With a very bad mouse,
And a rat who was known as Matt!
On this Cold December Evening
On this cold December Evening
My thoughts turn to leaving.
Though I can not fight
The inevitable night
I can write,
Which gives me some pleasure
In this passing weather.
And words may dance on
When poets are gone.
There is Still Snow (Revised Poem)
Below is a slight rewrite of my poem “There is Still Snow:
There is still snow
And ice
In the churchyard nearby.
But below
There are no sighs
As vice
And virtue lie
Under December skies.
You can find the original version here https://kmorrispoet.com/2022/12/17/there-is-still-snow/
The Memory Remains
The memory remains
Of cold flames
And skin
Against skin.
I may have learned
Her real name
But my memory retains
Rough carpet burns
And a skirt
So short,
That, on first look
I mistook
It for a belt.
No lover was spurned.
She never returned.
When a Young Lady Known as Prism
When a young lady known as Prism
Said, “the sun he has just risen”.
And they said, “Claire!
Beware of that bear!”,
She said, “my name it is Prism!”.
There is Still Snow
There is still snow
And ice
In the churchyard nearby.
But below
There is know sigh
As vice
And virtue lie
Under December sky.
On the Periphery
Me, on the periphery
Engaging in desultory
Conversation with the barman.
As they sing karaoke.
I say goodnight
To the lone barman.
Momentarily partake
Of the firelight,
Then forsake
It for the night.
K Morris - Poet 