peace lost to political divide
peace lost We could all ask ourselves today what are we to become and then where are we to go
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.
peace lost We could all ask ourselves today what are we to become and then where are we to go
Read moreMy Laura’s Raven Midnight is a time pondered by so many, who fear the unknown and get such delight? with
Read moreThe writer’s intention is always to captivate his reader, hold their attention so they cannot put the book down until
Read moreHide well your Horror Australia Swollen already from the hunger despite all the outback you have hunted One color one
Read moreWhat brings us joy is the simplicity of emotion, experiences that soothe our soul, warm our heart and fall gently
Read moreI wander the periphery, the edge between earth and abyss, and wonder how sure my footing is, a fall of
Read moreWelcome to Day Light spattered dusty boards live with a stretching creak, as empty sideways glasses glint, their rouge stained
Read moreA Day Goes By I know it’s boring but I have to share it anyways and wonder what would
Read moreAuthors Note… ‘I think for a poet, it’s good to revisit some older works. It gives us an indication as to what
Read moreBottling Up Time … It would be wonderful – to bottle up precious moments. To let them out when our
Read more(Unless you’re the President, I wouldn’t take this too seriously. If you do then I guess we just have to
Read moreLiving in a surveillance state All the things we’ve grown to hate Run by players called ‘Deep State’ Big Brother
Read moreNever the spite of a cold-blooded night shall bring me down from fire’s light, still the heart in anguish, or
Read moreMy lucid dreams have the strangest themes Drawn from far and near and in-between Plus oddities slipping through the seams
Read moreDungeons so deep below … My Mask of Madness By the dark of night I’m taken over water to dungeons
Read moreThe frugal plays of minds all wrapped in self-displays contracted by their own dismay when life awry does curb their
Read moreAs a poet I’m straight forward … Ever meet that person who, when they get an ounce of power, they
Read moreIncandescent the filtered light of morn, refracted through sky and glass, as delicate the sway of curtains sheer, softening the
Read moreCosmic wheels turn with a silent determination, the machine of life’s rise and fall ad infinitum, and vast the plays
Read moreDancing Leaves … It hasn’t been too clear, the world too green, skies a brilliant blue and white clouds drifting
Read moreI am indebted to you … I am honored by this relentless assault, One that had creeped into my reality,
Read morePlaced in sight, strategically, my attention stubbornly averted out of principle, this niggling conscious mind alerted to my damning misdemeanor,
Read moreNot he, the purveyor of a hatred dark, but his minions who, after indoctrination, measured the scope of foul deeds
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