I heard birds in the hospital.
I thought their calls
Came to me through solid walls.
But the doctor said
The birds I heard where recorded sound.
Yet it was profound
For when I am dead
There will be no sound to hear
Of birds or friend’s words.
I cast no shadow on the ward
So will walk in sunshine
While there is time.
An electrical impulse in my brain gone awry.
A jumble of incoherent words heard by friends.
Will I die?
My speech comes back.
A memory gap.
But not a stroke.
In the hospital it comes on again
With no pain.
The words are clear. I feel no fear
Just frustration that people can not hear
What I want to say.
How long will I stay
A cyborg on a hospital ward
Tangled in wires?
These fires in my brain
Will they return again?
Discharged with a diagnosis of seizure
With more pills to add to my store.
Will the electricity in my brain
Misfire again and seizure end in …
Will I always be
The man who recites poetry
To young women,
My mind half on poetry,
And half on sinning.
They may admire my poetry,
But I am told
I grow old
And girls who have time
For my rhyme
Will never love me.
Yet they love my poetry
And is not poetry
Part of me?
I know a young lady named Miss Plumb
Who likes to spank blokes on their bum.
You ask, “is it nice?”.
I say, “its my vice!
And its strictly between me and Miss Plumb!”
As I walk the solid path
And pass trees waving in the wind.
I sway, and think of yesterday
When Romans came in wind and rain.
Did they think all will stay
As they made their way
Along This path of passing dreams?
I can not say
But the wind will outlast me
And the swaying tree.
I see babies in prams pass me by.
The seasons merge into 1
And I sigh for what is going fast,
And may already be gone.
The sound of carefree children touches me.
I must grope for hope
When women give birth on warming earth
To children who will not see
The season’s cycle as it should be.
Over the last few years, I have been guilty of allowing my Youtube to languish. However, one of my new year resolutions is to post more frequently on Youtube. I have therefore started to upload more of my poetry onto Youtube over the past couple of weeks. To listen to me reading my poetry on Youtube please visit https://www.youtube.com/@101drewdog/videos. If you enjoy what you hear, do please consider subscribing to my Youtube channel.
Have you heard of a certain bar
Where the girls they go too far?
A young lady named Hocking
Wears naught but a stocking.
But now lets return to that bar …
When a young lady eating big bananas
Said, “have you seen my pink pyjamas?”,
We all began coughing
And said, “your wearing nothing!”,
She said, “yes! I’ve lost my pyjamas!”
When a careless young man named Cope
Went and swallowed soap on a rope,
They feared he might fall
But he said, “not at all!
I’ll hold the rope on this soap!”
K Morris - Poet 