A clock without hands
Encircled by flowers
Holds command
Over poets and flowers.
We know not
The hour
But our clock
Will stop.
(The above poem was inspired by the floral clock in the Walled Garden of Woolton Woods, https://www.geograph.org.uk/photo/6911662).
Sweet scent
Of new-mown grass.
Youth spent
In thoughtless play.
Many pass
That self-same way,
Savouring grass
While it lasts.
An old lady I happen to know
Is a fan of Edgar Alan Poe.
She owns a black cat,
But that’s enough about that,
As Usher just fell on my toe!
As I lay on a brand new bed
With a most beautiful young lady in red,
A girl named Claire
Said, “excuse me sir,
But do you intend to buy that bed?”.
The key to my clock
Is cold to my hand.
I can command
My old clock
To cease it’s chime.
But no rhyme stops
The sickle’s chop.
I am grateful to Pete Johnson, (beetleypete), for kindly publishing this guest post by me, https://beetleypete.com/2023/04/01/guest-post-kevin-morris-2/. Please do pop over to read and comment.
There once was a man with an easel
Who made friends with a wise old weasel.
He painted great lakes
And big juicy steaks,
While the man he would hold that easel.
There once was an actor named Moat
Who kept a stoat in a boat.
When it ran up the dress
Of a waspish critic called Bess,
The audience clapped Moat and his stoat!
I once knew a man known as Moat
Who said my poetry was of little note!
His friend Coaker
Said, “its mediocre!”.
I hear that they drowned in a moat …
On 28 March I announced that my poetry collection, “More Poetic Meanderings” is now available for download in the Amazon Kindle store, https://kmorrispoet.com/2023/03/28/my-poetry-collection-more-poetic-meanderings-is-now-available-for-purchase-as-a-kindle-download-in-the-kindle-store/.
I am pleased to be able to announce that “Meanderings” is now also available in paperback and can be found here, https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0BZFLT3YL
K Morris - Poet 