Sitting awhile
Quietly, peacefully
The sea rippling
The waves so calm
But beneath there is a rippling
Flowing heaving
Curling, swirling,
Riptide pulling
Sucking everything in its path
Way down deep, deep
In the depths of the oceans be
Wherever it ...
Looking for colors in the darkness
Weight less words describe it
In the mind lies rain clouds
With raging thunder storms
Waiting for blue skies
Imagining, searching,
What connects?
What reflects?
An array of riddles
The mind is cradled
Arriving ...
Allow me to introduce myself.
My name is …… I am,
not I am that I am:
too existential; at worst
it hints of a god-like state
of mind. I am, have been
and will be ...
Profit is not a dirty word, I hear you sayin a belligerent tone. Can’t recall saying it was.As a gainful result of an endeavour well done,that benefits all: I have ...
So, you have worked it all out, have no doubt;
done the sums, balanced the equation; shout
‘eureka’. Why not, for you I am pleased. I do ask
that share if you wish, ...
By nurture and nature; by the fickle finger of fate;
by the perversities of chaos, chance and choice;
I am unique. Consider me an atom. cosmically suspended;
bound into a molecule by forces ...
How can I be bereaved for what I didn’t know.
Goods purchased on credit, at such a price.
Overladen with debt that will never be fully paid
Is the cost the experience of ...
Surrounded by forgotten memory
Taking a ramble through time
Familiar beloved faces live anew
Flitting through my seeking mind.
With me they speak, they chime
Lovers, friends, places I once knew
A life well lived, but ...
Lichens, never sure how it should be said?
Is it Likens or Lychens, does it matter?
They live a long time but pollution knocks them dead
They are pretty, tiny and look like ...
Sun sparkling, dappling through the verdant trees,
Water rounding boulders before moving on its way
Bobbing along a few fallen brilliant green leaves
Smiling back enjoying the beauty of the day,
Listening to the ...
As he held her in the moonlight, His heart fills with mournful hurt. For her life’s blood is cascading, Staining his shredded shirt.
She is sleeping the final rest, With ...
The fire grew brightly and softly glowing As the lady knelt by the flames There was a slight soft shift of dirt beneath her She bowed her head, her long ...
Her haunting screams still float through the airEven as the fire dies The haunting screams stillGrip his heart by its seams.
She stands and screamsBut never able to break her bindsShe ...
I saw a man and I could not fear,
and slowly I took a step to be near.
This man with black shining hair,
had eyes like silver which made me stare.
He smiled ...
Blissful silence, hollowing winds
Across from above, birds spread their wings
The final destination for every nation
Whether rich or poor
There is no differentiation
Beneath lies God’s roses
Peaceful and calm
Not forgotten but gone
Awaiting for ...
Let loose in an international community,
I am either lost at sea, or a child in a candy store.
"How can we help you?" I am not sure.
If you're looking for Art, ...
I wanna be rich, I wanna be famous, the cream of the crop;
I'm gonna crawl, walk, run, sprint, scratch my way to the top.
Immerse myself in imagination, drown in illusion;
dance ...
Conceit, such a wonderfully multifaceted word,
can mean so much; its meaning is context bound.
Yes, you have to read between the lines,
to catch its specific defines. Not a easy as it ...
There is no canned laughter, this is a celebration of the absurd.
On the lasting demise of the former, I shall sing my joy loud.
As for the latter, my praises must ...
Walk with me, if you wish; need not be far;
could catch a bus, take the tour, don’t have a car.
If you are young like me, could travel for free;
the orbiter ...
He's old. some might say;
I prefer "mature". Did death
scythe the chains of conformity?
The voices chanted and exclaimed, "enough,
unleash us; let us play: dance openly, on display!"
Something about dogs, and war?
The ...
What do you see?
Emptiness, whatever you want it to be?
The canvas of an artist
Potential of a master piece
With the power of creation
Anything out of imagination
Every glance of inspiration
There are no ...
Somewhere in Ireland there lies a green hill where love awaits me my lover is bedded down in a field of pink clover feeling the warm ocean breezes whisper ...
Many a fair maiden has known you they are enamored by your gentle facade; the peaceful calming nature the solace and serenity you offer. And then you bed them ...
