When a poet whose name was Ron
Said “my poetry will surely live on”.
An old man called Brian
Warned him of a lion,
Which devoured all his poetry and Ron.
Ron the Poet
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Foxes
I yawn
In the early morn.
A bark
Pierces the dark.
The carpet is warm
Against my bare
Feet. While out there
The fox’s word
Is heard
Ere I sleep.
Dangerous Neil
When a dangerous young man named Neil
Said, “you’re going to feel cold steel!”,
A brave girl called Jagger
Grabbed hold of that dagger,
And I composed a poem about Neil …!
The Air is Fresh
The air is fresh
After a warm day.
I thrive
In this spring air.
And wonder
Whether those below
Ever walked by
Where they now lie.
A 4 Star Review of My Collection of Poetry, More Poetic Meanderings, and News of My Forthcoming book, My Friend’s Robot Girlfriend and Other Humorous Verses
I am delighted to have received another wonderful review of my collection of poetry, More Poetic Meanderings, https://www.goodreads.com/review/show/5526304433.
I am also pleased to let you know that I am in the process of publishing a collection of my humorous verses entitled My Friend’s Robot Girlfriend and Other Humorous Verses. I hope the collection will be available by the end of may in both Kindle and paperback editions.
The Poet’s Mind
In the wood’s heart
There is light
And there is dark.
The poet finds
Delight
With woodland
Nymphs.
For girls
Of the mind
Are never bland.
I Met a Monster in My Dream
I met a monster in my dream
Who said, “aren’t you going to scream!”.
I said, “no, not really
As I can see clearly
That you sir are only a dream!”.
A 4 Star Review of My Poetry Collection, More Poetic Meanderings
I was delighted to receive a 4 star review of my recently released poetry collection, More Poetic Meanderings. To read the review please go to https://robinleeann.com/2023/04/28/arc-review-more-poetic-meanderings/. The review can also be found on Goodreads here https://www.goodreads.com/review/show/5472916160.
The Aristocratic Old Ghost
When I found a most aristocratic old ghost
In my kitchen stuffing his mouth with toast,
And he said, “I’m an aristocrat!”,
I said, “I can see that !
And you’re stuffing your mouth with my toast!”.
Birds on a Spring Evening
| On leaving
The half-empty pub On a spring Evening, I heard birdsong. I love These chill Nights , when the trill Of birds is heard On the still Street. Their unconscious art Calls to my sad Glad heart. It was always so. And I know Their song will remain Until I gain The churchyard path Where all must pass.
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K Morris - Poet 