Posted on February 26, 2016November 11, 2016 / Poetry Ode to a Stranger Standing roadside on a bustling street, I spy you from a green car, Would you much rather be elsewhere? So unaware of where to go next, Do you lack my set destination? To me you are a drifter, a solitary figure.[....] Read More00 Tweet Share
Posted on February 24, 2016March 5, 2016 / Poetry The Statue Solid masses of raw dreams, And Midas made me a God, As I fell through gilded pages. And gold cascades down in streams, Applause and the people awed, ‘Twas the swift work of mages. Peasants fix their mangled seams,[....] Read More00 Tweet Share
Posted on February 23, 2016 / Poetry Warrior A warrior, stained to the flesh and core, As the dead float calmly down the river. This soldier with everything to deplore. With only the weapon of words to roar, Tarnished true sword cast down by this giver,[....] Read More00 Tweet Share
Posted on February 21, 2016February 23, 2016 / Poetry What a Feeling to Photograph Please, cipher my handwriting, Never turn a single page, The aura is inviting. Wrap me in your finest sage. My pillow of old letters, Blanket of distinguished prose, My bedclothes of stained betters, My dreams of higher shadows.[....] Read More00 Tweet Share
Posted on February 19, 2016March 5, 2016 / Poetry Postage Paid Mirrors jumble the city, I am lost. Thirty cents, postage paid, I am lost. Streets mood all gritty, I am lost, Board the bus, I have strayed, I am lost. The tower shadow, she fades, I am lost. Signs and shapes, my tongue prayed,[....] Read More+10 Tweet Share
Posted on February 19, 2016March 5, 2016 / Poetry Kit How death blends into life, Leaves fallen and mint grows. A modern view of wildlife, A kitten left alone. In your position froze, A stone, a lifeless clone, Your mouth scarcely exposed, Fur matted to the bone.[....] Read More00 Tweet Share
Posted on February 17, 2016March 5, 2016 / Micropoetry Pages A pen falls from my hands, Words bar, lines form a cage. My eyes weep and in lands, Upon these stained pages. [....] Read More00 Tweet Share
Posted on February 16, 2016March 5, 2016 / Poetry Clipped Birds I dreamed of unwritten words, Pairing well with fine Bordeaux, And clipped wings of fallen birds, Fingers wet with fallen woe. My chest sinks with leaden weights, Breathing is a luxury. So, a gin to soothe my fate,[....] Read More00 Tweet Share
Posted on February 10, 2016March 5, 2016 / Poetry Camera Camera; The hard artillery. The Artist, With all his bold labour, Could not have Finished this shoot on time, Execute. [....] Read More00 Tweet Share
