Hunter, Gatherer, Weaver, Baker – Bringing Life To Poetry
I’m taunted by the haughty letters Phrases possessed by unseen demons Words mocking me from shadowy stronghold While tasked with
Read moreI’m taunted by the haughty letters Phrases possessed by unseen demons Words mocking me from shadowy stronghold While tasked with
Read moreEcstatic Rendezvous … Yes, I’m a narcissist and proud of it, happily fed by my screen and video role models.
Read moreIf it weren’t for the echoes of my own voice coming back to remind me, I’d languish in the lulling
Read moreThe Musician’s Testament … “Being a living legend is such a precarious livelihood. What a ducking of responsibility!” (John Cale)
Read moreSleep banish my sorrows, take me away, to distant lands where love will abide, in the warmth of sunshine for
Read moreReducing thoughts into poetry Sometimes a simple act Of listing points in little bits Phrases shared with good intent Moments
Read moreEloquent the dialogue, the rendered words of balanced twain: one the smile of trust indulged, the other from the demon’s
Read moreThe many seasons we live create memories, an archive of sharing and caring with loved ones, friends and others we
Read moreWhen held, is a nurtured love sound, is it found and held til world ends, and then extends to realms
Read moreHere’s good luck to the Burglars of Britain The Underworld Securicor; For burglars in worthy disguises Will keep the wolf
Read moreIn the labyrinth I find comfort, each wall but a mirror of my person reflected in endless passages, where both
Read moreDelusional and Angry … Enthralled by all his piffling lies, the stoic indifference he feels, Embedded and replete his disguise,
Read moreWhen the wind turned, so did the day, so did life in disarray, and I wonder if so attuned is
Read moreHis Delight … He tried in every way, to take away her tears, when she cried – it seemed like
Read more1. I feel February is favorite along with the melting of winter snow a time to step on back and
Read moreBooks of poetry by Vincent Moore … Vincent Moore pens his thoughts about many things and has a
Read moreI relish the quiet unobtrusive lull of days end, to be enveloped in that haze of glittered sky in fine
Read moreQuestions flow like relentless streams, cascading over stone and dream, to scatter in a thousand parts, seeking meaning on earthy
Read moreVanished Verses … How once they came so freely, inspiration was a sponge, verses flowed from my pen to
Read moreVoluminous chartreuse pillows Aimlessly brewing an ever-changing pattern Before abruptly erupting Purple teardrops falling Thin slices of alabaster claw
Read moreAs we approach are our darkest moments, and as our minds disallow the light, we shrink to an assemblage of
Read more1. A zoo on country road outside of town. A chance to see the legendary sloth alone in cage
Read moreWe fashion our darkest ills, fear the hooded highwayman accosting all our dreams, and we buckle under weight of panic,
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