On a sunny afternoon
I heard
The bird
Of night,
And thought how soon
The light
Fades, in woodland glades.
And how the owl does prey,
At the closing of our day.
On A Sunny Afternoon
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Canes and Slippers
A young lady named Jane
Wields a mean old cane,
Whilst her friend miss Kipper
Prefers the use of a slipper.
And Shane he’s sweet on Jane!
Nature’s Glass
Flowers on either side
Of the path.
I
Can not decide
Whether to laugh
Or cry.
Flowers live and die
While I
Smile
And pass
By,
Seeing through nature’s glass,
You and I.
Jane and Claire
When a young lady named Jane
Said, “your verse is far to mundane!”.
And I wrote a poem about her
And my mistress who’s called Claire,
I got warned by Jane’s lawyer Lorraine!
When A Loose Young Lady Named Bell
When a loose young lady named Bell
Said, “many men have here fell”.
And I said, “on yonder path?”,
She said, “are you having a laugh?”.
And then, dear reader, I fell!
An Elderly Gent Living in a Tent
An elderly gent living in a tent
Said, “I have all my money spent
On good living and young women
And now my hair is thinning.
Sir, could you pay my rent?”.
Half-Apart
I stand half-apart
My heart
Distanced, from the fray.
I love the night.
But, sometimes, I pray
For the light
Of day.
Do I play
At art?
My heart
Does say
“Long
Before civilisation came
There was birdsong.
The birdsong
Will remain”.
When A Young Lady Of A Philosophical Bent
When a young lady of a philosophical bent
Invited me into her leaky old tent,
And she said, “men are full of lust,
And we are all but whirling dust”.
I said, “you should fix this leaking tent!”.
Physicists Say
Physicists say
That all this
Will, one day,
Fade away.
”Tis
A sobering thought,
So perhaps I ought
To stay
In bed today?
But the universe
Is still here
And, I fear
That verse
Does not pay.
Therefore I must
Put aside thoughts of whirling dust,
And go about my mundane day.
The Rain
In the latter part of this week, London was visited by some heavy downpours.
I have always been a lover of the rain. And the recent heavy showers reminded me of my poem “Raining”, which is reproduced below:
“I awoke to the rain
Drumming on my window pane.
Opening my lattice, I let it in:
The purifying water that washes away sin.
The hypnotic sound
Of rain falling all around.
All my life, I have listened to the rain.
The same drumming
Of water coming
From the sky
Falling on you and I.
The rain has no end;
But you and I, my friend,
May listen for a while,
Smile,
Then pass on by”.
For a recording of me reading “Raining”, please visit, https://soundcloud.com/kevin-stephen-morris/raining-1.
“Raining” can be found in my “Selected Poems”, which is available as a Kindle download and in paperback, and is accessible here, https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07WW8WXPP/.
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