Autumn leaves must turn to dust
And young lovers who once dallied
By the life-giving stream
Enter death’s dark Alley
And forever dream.
Autumn Lovers
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Jealousy Among the Vegetables
There once was a Gladioli called Gladdis
Who fell in love with a radish.
But a jealous old cabbage
Turned really quite savage,
As he loved that Gladioli named Gladdis!
There Once Was a Poet Named Hind
There once was a poet named Hind
Who said, “the best is all behind!
My once great verse
It grows steadily worse!
And the critics all kick my behind!”.
Hypnotic
The fall of rain does, I find
Help to calm my mind.
It is hypnotic like the clock,
Or young women in heels who stop
At midnight doors and knock,
And hypnotise my mind.
But rain remains
While girls who knock
do not.
The Suspected Literary Criminal
Burglar Caught in Rome Mid-Heist While Taking a Break to Read Homer’s The Iliad
Its heartening to know that there exist those of a literary bent in the criminal community!
To be serious for a moment. If this (suspected)thief is convicted, and whilst imprisoned develops his love of literature, it is to be hoped that he will “sin no more” on his release from jail.
Some years back, (before Covid), I visited Brixton prison with friends to eat in the restaurant run by some of the prisoners. The idea behind the restaurant was to teach the prisoners skills so they could obtain gainful employment on their release into the community. Whilst the preparation of food is not the same as developing a love of the written word, hopefully our (alleged) literary thief will, if found guilty, develop his skills in a direction other than house breaking whilst in prison.
For anyone interested in the Clink charity which runs the restaurant in Brixton prison, you can find out more here Brixton – The Clink Charity : The Clink Charity
Youthful Passion
Their youthful passion unlocks.
She loses shoes and frock.
Then the vicar knocks …!
Working Girls
Women offer delight for the night
Or an hour or so
And when they go
There is no love left behind
To comfort the unquiet mind.
Just a bank transfer
From him to her.
True, some girls pretend to care,
But if the money isn’t there …
Ending Summertime
In late August, the wind blows dust
And a plastic bag flaps.
Perhaps this little rhyme of ending summertime
May engage on yellowing page
When I am below
And can not know
For the hearse
Takes all verse,
Though poems may stay.
Miss Ice
A young lady known as Miss Ice
Has a reputation for not being nice.
Her real name is Coral
And she’s so very immoral!
But to me she’s always been nice …!
Lust
Behind all lust
Lurks fear of dust.
For in war
Children and hate proliferate.
K Morris - Poet 