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Tag Archives: Rhyme
A Rhyme of Her First Time
A rhyme of her first time.
She stayed for roughly an hour.
And after his bliss
Took a shower.
Then the door closed
On nondescript clothes.
She didn’t kiss him goodbye
And left no perfume
In his bedroom.
Just her towel
On his chair
To prove she’d been there.
My new audiobook – Kevin Morris reading from More Poetic Meanderings
I am in the process of recording my book ‘More Poetic Meanderings.’ You can listen to Part 1 here and Part 2 here.
This is an ongoing project and further extracts will appear here in due course.
‘More Poetic Meanderings’ is also available from Amazon in Kindle and Paperback.
I Touch the Gravestone
I touch the gravestone
Warm from the afternoon sun.
I have come
Here alone,
Many a time
My mind
Full of rhyme.
But under the cold gravestone
There is neither sun
Nor rhyme.
There Once Was a Poet Named Moat
There once was a poet named Moat
Who traveled the seas with a goat.
That beast wrote verse
Which grew steadily worse.
But it wrote better poetry than Moat!
When I Met a Lap Dancer
When I met a beautiful young lap dancer
Who asked me to go and romance her,
I said to her, “Lin,
There can be no sin!
But then again, my name it is Chancer!”.
As the Rain Fell
As the rain fell
I thought of our love
Of rain.
You and I
Share the same sky.
But does love
Hide inside the rain.
When a Young Man with a Perm
When a young man with a perm
Said, “truly you are a worthless worm!”.
I said to him, “Coker,
You’ve always been a joker!”,
As with shears I chopped that perm!
When an Elderly Spinster Named Anne
When an elderly spinster named Anne
Said, “is that a naked man!”,
A young lady named Valerie
Said, “it’s an art gallery!”,
Which disappointed that spinster named Anne …
Power
“Can I use your bathroom?”.
“Of course.
Do you want a shower?”.
She sprays cheap perfume.
“No, I’m okay”.
What is force?
And who has power
Over whom?
He has had an hour
Or so.
Now she will go.
K Morris - Poet 