She left her heels on,
The points facing the ceiling.
Then,When she was gone
He pondered on
His feelings.
And choose.
And sexy shoes.
Choice
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Tag Archives: rhyming poetry
Thoughts in the Early Morning
The time
‘Twixt the dark
And the light.
A rhyme
About the start
Of the eternal night.
When A Naive Young Lady Named Eve
When a naive young lady named Eve
Said, “Steve, I order you to leave!”.
I said, have you no shame,
That is certainly not my name!
And this place is mine, Miss Eve!”.
Flow and Pearl
A young lady called Miss Flow
(whose mother I happen to know),
Is a very good girl
(unlike that Miss Pearl).
As all the young gentlemen know!
“You’re a joker”, she said
“You’re a joker”, she said,
Doubling over in laughter.
“If you didn’t laugh
You would cry”
Said I.
And after
I felt proud
That I can still engage
With a girl, half my age
And make her laugh Outloud.
I hear Eliot’s footman snicker.
The stage
Lights flicker
‘Ere the curtain does fall
Covering all.
A Young Lady With A Beautiful Figure
A young lady with a beautiful figure
Said, “I will all gentleman’s offers consider.
I am of an ancient profession,
And confess to having no discretion.
But I do have a beautiful figure!”.
A Podcast of Poet Kevin Morris’s Appearance on Vancouver Co-Op Radio’s The World Poetry Reading Series, On Thursday 24 September Is Now Available
I am pleased to announce that a podcast of my recent appearance (24 September), on Vancouver Co-Op Radio’s The World Poetry Reading Series is now available, and can be accessed here, http://www.coopradio.org/station/archives/1707.
If you did not have an opportunity to listen on Thursday 24 September, or would like to do so again, please visit the above link.
My reading takes place approximately 12-15 minutes into the podcast, which I listened back to using Google Chrome.
Freedom
Freedom is the autumn breeze
On the face unmasked,
On a sunny day.
But, the weather does freeze
And, ’tis an easy task
To take freedom away.
Sarah
A young lady whose name is Sarah
Has a reputation as a terrible stirrer.
She’s told everyone about me
And that naughty Miss Leigh.
But, have you heard this about Sarah? …
I Hear The Wind Blow
I hear the wind blow.
Later, I will go
To the pub, and laugh
With friends, over a glass.
Yet I hide inside
My smile, the wind’s gust
For all this must pass.
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