On this windy day
In April
I can not say
Whether the flowers I pass
On this woodland path
Will stay
For another day.
I think
That they
Are the same as those
I saw before,
Although I can not say
For sure
Whether it be so.
I suppose
That both I and they
Will see the rain’s tears
In future years,
But this I can not say
For sure.
There was a young man named Heart
Who knew nothing at all about art.
When he stole a painting
It led to no fainting,
As it really wasn’t art!
Red lights
Bring delight
For a moment,
On a street.
High-heeled feet.
Men are lost
In arms
They can not own,
Then, alone
Return home.
(This poem was inspired by Lorraine’s “Red Lights”, https://blindwilderness.wordpress.com/2019/04/25/red-lights/).
I met a young lady named Rose
Who last night stole all of my clothes.
I was composing a rhyme to my love
When, great heavens above,
Rose she stole all of my clothes!
I,
know that ’tis easy, when alone
To pick up the telephone,
Or to click on the internet,
And buy,
Regret.
I think of you
Without shoe
Or sock,
But passion’s knock
Will never be heard
So I shall cease this empty word
Play and do something useful with my day.
But, when in the land
Of sleep,
You may creep
Into my head, for I can not command
The shadows of dreamland
Where passion unlocks
And girls lose
Their shoes
And socks …
I know a pretty young miss
Who asked me to give her a kiss,
But I being shy
Said, “I’m not that kind of guy!”,
But that miss she did insist …
The cup which
Touched your lips
Is chipped.
I know
It wasn’t so
When you took
The cup
To your lips.
We both drank tea.
But I did sup
From a separate cup
To thee.
Sometimes you have to
Say what is true
Although you know
That it may be the end
Of a friend
Or a love affair.
You should take great care
What you do
But sometimes you have to
Say what is true
Though it hurts
Both them and you.
Below are three humourous poems, and a couple of photographs taken by my friend Shanelle of my guide dog Trigger following a walk in the park.
Trigger smiling at the camera
Trigger beaming after his walk in the park
A very happy dog!
K Morris - Poet 