My Coma Sleeps, to Reap those Yester-Hurts
I just awoke from a fifteen hour sleep, not an everyday occurrence, yet occasionally my plight under the spell of
Read morePoetry is a genre of literary work in which special intensity is given to the expression of feelings and ideas by the use of distinctive style and rhythm.
I just awoke from a fifteen hour sleep, not an everyday occurrence, yet occasionally my plight under the spell of
Read moreThe streets are made of golden glass A maxim for the spoken mass The hats of men arranged on
Read moreYet another trip… Pensive, quietly deliberating, as thoughts like vultures circle aloft, awaiting death, to feed; and what rises to
Read moreA dog named Fetch There are any reasons why some people should not own a dog. This poem is
Read moreThe girl he spent a lifetime with … The memories were everywhere, everywhere she looked. The years they had gone
Read moreAt ease with the falling leaves, that autumn where life faces winter, as the warmth of sun departs in the
Read moreTechnology, contemplating Plato’s ‘Allegory of the Cave’… Once we met per chance, in the open breeze trailing winds
Read moreOutside I’ve carefully placed a flower arrangement on the table Underneath a salad plate, a handwritten verse on parchment Remembering
Read moreGossamer Fabric … In nightmarish dreams I stand in the netherworld, Gazing through gossamer fabric round my life, Watching
Read moreWas not the drifts of thought in breeze of mind, that held the heart so boldly, the afferent experience of
Read moreShould light become the darkness and darkness become the light, what a tan I’d get while sleeping, just dreaming in
Read moreForgotten Ways … Forgotten ways only ghosts remember Came to haunt me in an old abandoned farm, When I was
Read moreLatent dreams … Flawless, this ineffable sight Exists as harbinger of light To me she came in latent dreams routing
Read moreThe eye of the beholder sees, if within the realm of understanding, the poets purpose, his heart rendered, and that
Read moreUnwittingly I walk to the next stop, the journey’s show but tweaked, yet missing the train, hard to explain, has
Read moreWhat more can a soul do but try, aspire to be better in this harsh reproach of a life, tested
Read moreYearning… Silent the call of revelation, its approach in stealth, as steps like the movement of air from a butterfly
Read morePainting the Seasons… In his golden years, inspiration took up his time, the muses singing in rhyme – it was
Read moreFear Not … It may preclude every other need that propels you onward in life It may offer naught but
Read moreI’ve Got Those Darn Tired, Confounded, So Sick of Movin’ Blues Oh how I loved the life I was
Read moreFood, the connection with time and history. I kneel on the chair to gain a better view of my mother’s
Read moreSilent Judgement… To all the words, unsaid held tight beneath your tongue I hear them ‘Tis in your eyes smiling
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