Standing at my bedroom window.
A couple laugh
Somewhere below
And an owl cries nearby.
Summer passes.
The owl’s cry
Is my company.
Lone Thoughts
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Tag Archives: Rhyme
Schooner
There once was a beautiful young perfumer
Who went to sea in a schooner.
I am sad to say
That she sank near Bombay,
And I wept over my poor schooner.
The Scales of Justice
The scales of justice
Weigh right and wrong.
But, when unjust men
Sail away in death
‘Ere her scales
Have time to weigh,
What can
Justice say?
For the man
Has gone beyond
Our human
Right and wrong.
Lou and Her Movie
When a naughty young lady Known as Lou
Decided to star in a movie most blue,
Me and Fred
Painted her red.
As for Lou, she painted us 2 blue!
A Review of My Recently Released Poetry Collection, My Friend’s Robot Girlfriend and Other Humorous Verses
I was pleased to receive the below review of my recently published collection, My Friend’s Robot Girlfriend and Other Humorous Verses:
“Regardless of the theme of the collection, I find it’s always the case when you read collections of poetry or stories that some will be more to your liking than others, even when you feel like it was an enjoyable collection overall. Especially when it comes to poetry, which tends to be designed to be open to interpretation. This collection of poetry is a perfect example of that, so that I did have my favourites. “The Wicked Old Cat” and “One Dark Halloween” were my favourites in this case.”
To read the original review on Goodreads please visit https://www.goodreads.com/review/show/5581172408.
Maiden
Stripping the maiden bare
I leave her.
In my living room.
No sweet scent
For me to repent
Just a frame
Of steel
And plastic,
A bachelor maintains
For drying clothes.
Burning the Candle at Both Ends
When I said to my dear friends,
“I’ve burned the candle at both ends,
By drinking and sinning
With beautiful young women!”.
They said, “that Kevin! He always pretends!”.
A Young Barmaid Who Works in the Grouse
A young barmaid who works in the Grouse
Likes to give me one on the house.
Her name is Miss Spink,
And she likes a drink,
And to give me one on the house!
On the Closure of the Railway Bell, 14 Cawnpore Street, Gipsy Hill
I sit at the bar
In the old familiar pub
And touch the wood
Tinged with beers
From bygone years.
Landlords have come and gone
But the pub has continued on.
I recall
With delight
The fire’s warm light.
But it’s a summer evening
And there is no firelight.
To brighten this leaving.
I say goodbye
To the final table
I am unable
To show my eyes
For men don’t cry
Goodtime
“Have you ever been in love”, I said,
After we had been to bed.
“Yes, and he broke my heart”.
I am not rude like some other guy
She saw, she said. And before she left
She offered me more bedtime.
Then, I was left behind
With my art
And the thought
That there ought
To be no more goodtime
K Morris - Poet 