As I mounted a haunted old stair
I met a young lady named Claire
Who took off her head,
And said, “I am dead!”.
That girl is forever blocking the stair!
The Haunted Old Stair
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Stand and Deliver!
As I walked down a dark street
I met a thief with big feet.
When he said, “stand and deliver!”,
I distracted him with hot liver,
And then I stamped on his feet!
Continuity
I touched a split tree
Which still stood
Reminding me
Of the Great North Wood.
I am of modernity.
Yet my heart
Is part
Of this old split tree.
There stands outside my window
Another tree
Here long before me
And when I go
Others seeing these 2 trees
May know they are part
Of nature’s great heart
And know continuity with me.
Miss Follett and Alice
As I strolled through London’s Crystal Palace
I met a young lady named Alice.
She and Miss Follett
Have borrowed my wallet.
Has anyone seen that Follett or Alice?
The Ageing Reprobate
I have felt the bitter cold
And thought of sinning
With young women
And of how I grow old.
I have heard the clock tick
And heels click
In the late evening
And engaged in couplings and leavings.
I have considered right and wrong
And fought the fire
Of my desire
But my lust was very strong.
I have pondered on old rakes
And the mistakes
Of my flawed humanity .
And sometimes I see
The Grim Reaper coming for me.
(Doubtless I have been influenced by poets much greater than I in the composition of the above poem).
When a Morbid Young Man Named White
When a morbid young man named White
Said, “I may die this very night!”.
I said, “I’ll have your lover
The beautiful and talented Miss Glover”
White said, “yes, that is perfectly alright!”
Winter Churchyard
I heard no birds
In the winter churchyard.
It was just
The cold sky
The tombs
And I
On a darkening afternoon.
Mole Who was Fond of Eating Coal
There once was a man named Mole
Who had a liking for eating coal.
A jolly old squire
Lit a great fire
Which quickly burned Mole and his coal!
The Bachelor
You in just
Your heels.
Me and my lust.
Sometimes it feels
Like love.
But I won’t lie
And go with your pretend
That I am your friend.
We have known each other
A long time.
I buy dinner and wine
Then we go back
Like 2 lovers
To my bachelor flat
Where we pretend
At lovers and friends.
Next day we chat
Of this and that
Over hot tea.
You smoke a cigarette.
Then leave me
With my regret
And thoughts of how
I am growing old.
Minus 3
It will be minus 3 tonight.
The light
Dies fast in winter.
There is a splinter
Of ice in my heart
With which I make art.
True, sometimes the sun breaks through.
But for now I rhyme
Of wintertime.
Spring will bring birdsong
But winter’s splinter is forever part
Of my poet’s heart.
Though birdsong does not last long
It may live on
When I am gone
In a rhyme of my wintertime.
K Morris - Poet 