I am going home
Today,
Alone
(Save for my dog).
I have been away
For a week or so,
And will be sad
To go
But glad
To return by train.
One day, I shall travel unfamiliar terrain
And find a new home.
I will be
Alone,
But shall I see
A confined space, with a stone
Above?
Or shall I know god’s love?
Or simply die
And be,
No longer I?
Some go without a mack
For they disdain
The fickle rain.
They take great pride
In the bareback
Ride.
Of course
The horse
Or mare
So ridden
Will thrill.
But, take care
For the desire
To play with the forbidden,
fire
May, also kill.
A young man named Lee
Composed a poem about mortality.
It is not very long,
But, his talent being strong,
That verse long outlasted Lee.
I am pleased to announce that on Thursday 19 September, at 9:10 pm UK time (and 1:10 pm PST Vancouver time), I shall be appearing on Vancouver Co-Op Radio’s The World Poetry Reading Series to read from, and discuss my “Selected Poems”.
To visit Vancouver Co-Op Radio’s The World Poetry Reading Series please click here, http://worldpoetry.ca/.
For details of my “Selected Poems”, please visit here https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B07WW8WXPP/ (for the UK), and here https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07WW8WXPP/ (for the US and elsewhere).
When a young lady named White
Said, “I don’t believe in copyright”,
I stole her purse,
Which made her curse,
But me, I think its right!
Sometimes I am caught
In the midst of thought
By the wind, who laughs at me,
And all I pretend to be
When a young lady named Balinda
Met a firey gentleman through Tinder,
She thought something was quite wrong
As he had horns very long,
Which frightened that young lady Balinda!
When a young man named Nick
Threatened me with his walking stick,
I said, “do you happen to know
The boxer known as big, bad Jo?”,
At which Nick dropped his stick!
When the wife of a man named Ed
Found a strange girls shoes under their bed
She said, with a sigh
“I really don’t know why
You must insist on wearing those stilettos, Ed!”.
A young lady whose name was Wood
Said, “I shall always be very good,
But, whilst out walking one day
In a field of sweet hay,
She did what she never should!
K Morris - Poet 