When, at 4 am,
I awoke, the birds spoke
To me, bringing peace
And a return to sleep.
Early Morning Birds
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Tag Archives: Rhyme
Demons
When the religious persist
In saying demons exist,
I ask which
Demons created Auschwitz?
Whilst Engrossed in Wuthering Heights
Whilst engrossed in Wuthering Heights
I saw a young lady in tights.
I said to her, “Rose!
You are wearing no clothes!”,
She said, “no! I am wearing some tights!”
The Second World War Had It’s Poets too
As pointed out in this article, https://engelsbergideas.com/reviews/the-second-world-war-had-its-poets-too/, the poets of the First World War are better known than those of World War II. I am, however, familiar with several of the poets (Keith Douglas for example) mentioned in this article. I shall certainly be adding this book to my books to be read list.
Guest Post By Poet Kevin Morris on Esther Chilton’s Blog
Today I am a guest on Ester Chilton’s blog. In my guest post I talk about what caused me to write my poetry collection, “Passing Through: Some Thoughts on Life and Death”. To read my article pleas follow this link to Esther Chilton’s blog https://estherchilton.co.uk/2025/06/13/guest-writer-spot-172/?jetpack_skip_subscription_popup. Please do leave any comments you may have on Esther’s blog.
Humid
It is humid.
The forecast predicts thunder.
I long for cooling rain
And wonder
Whether the great Thor
Will roar
Or will the weather forecast
Be wrong again!
When a Man of the World
When a man of the world said, “Rose,
The wise young woman knows
That all men they are full of sin!”,
That girl gave a grin,
As she went in search of her clothes …!
Ron and the Scone
There once was a man named Ron
Who liked to go on and on!
A girl called Lin
Said, “forgive my sin!”,
As she brained Ron with a scone!
(The word “scone” is often pronounced as “scon” depending on which part of the UK one comes from).
Whilst Walking Through a very Dark Park
Whilst walking through a very dark park
I met with a vampire named Mark.
When I began to pray
He said, “it’s a play!”,
But the werewolves howled in that park …!
Life’s Pleasures
I enjoy the sunshine
In early summertime
As I pass by tombs,
Stark and white
In the bright light.
I love the wild rain
And how it sound
Wraps me round
Calming my overheated brain.
Civilisation is an intricate clock.
But all clocks stop.
The dance ends my friend.
Listen to the rain
And watch the sun set.
K Morris - Poet 