Gazing at my unmade bed
As a chill breeze
Enters in, I remember dead
Love. and girls who please,
(Though not for love).
Nor do I love
Such women.
But when we partake
In lust
Man half-believes
He can escape
The dust.
For lust deceives.
When a close friend of my girlfriend
Invited us to spend a dirty weekend,
We entered the deep wood
And fell in the mud!
But lets return to our dirty weekend …!
They couldn’t stay long.
A remembrance of hands
And an abandoned hairband,
Kept for a while,
Brings a sad smile
To a man’s ageing face
At a girl’s lost grace.
As the meeting neared it’s end
My old friend
Who had not
Yet said a word,
(Leastways, I heard
him not),
Interrupted, and did say,
“Tick tock”.
Yet the clock
Is forever ticking away
our day,
Though oft we heed him not.
When a clown whose name was Moat
Sang as he sank in a boat,
His friend Guy
Began to cry,
At the loss of his new boat …
There once was a man most dissolute
Who liked to play on his lute.
When the young women came round
You would hear a sweet sound
As he skillfully played on his lute!
I am delighted to announce that around 20 of my poems have been included in the Croydon Poetry Hour Anthology for 2021-2022. The anthology is available in paperback from lulu.com and can be purchased HERE
Among those of my poems included, is “Fallen Blossom”, which is reproduced below:
I found
Blossom on the ground
Which brought
To mind the thought,
We all,
As the blossom, fall.
A young lady whose name is Leigh
Has composed a poem all about me.
Her verse is so bad
That its driven critics mad,
And now they are all blaming me …!
There was a young lady named Lou
Who wore 1 sock and one shoe.
On the other foot
She carefully put
A clock which matched with Lou’s shoe!
I am swallowed by dark
In the churchyard at night.
Then a brief beam of the floodlight
Shows the graves all stark and white.
My feet return to peopled street
And I drink of life’s wine
For I must smile
While I have time.
K Morris - Poet 