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The Art of Ages
Not on canvas but in frame
the eye and hand do make the day,
which with the Sun unbeckoned came
and at its want will fade away.
Between the rise and fall of light
in all that comes and all that goes,
a wealth of life befalls our sight
that none before could surely know.
And in that fragile frame of time
our brush strokes fill the fleeting page,
which wi...
Thursday 13th June 2024 12:20 pm
Character Reference
Writing a character reference
for a friend
for someone I thought I knew
to mitigate their crimes
to ease them on their future journey
humbled, kneecapped and sore
Two thoughts spring to mind…
What good have they done
and how can it be expressed
Were they always the first to lend a hand
were they always there for those in need
Which of their actions
should I recall and paint in colour
...
Thursday 30th November 2023 3:47 pm
Time Could Last Forever
We live our lives together
Breathing the same air
Yet never help each other
It makes life hard to bear.
So much could be made better
In just a little time
And time could last forever
If we just use it right.
Saturday 26th December 2020 10:40 am
I Am Poetry
I am the hunter of whispers.
I am the gatherer of brothers and sisters.
I am wind beneath wings, soaring in a summer sky.
I am the chiseled smile.
I am sparkles on snow.
I am a symphonic echo.
I am the horns and halo.
I am afterglow.
I am the you everyone wants to know.
I am everywhere you go.
I am the aha of heartbreak.
I am gamma rays beaming through dark days.
I am ...
Tuesday 6th October 2020 5:58 pm
Consumed
“No mere human cannot stand in a fire and not be consumed.” ~ Christabel LaMotte
Consume the news,
be confused, sing the blues, blow a fuse.
Consume potions, from drugs to Netflix,
get lost in the Matrix.
Consume pornography,
french-kiss misogyny.
Consume social media,
group-think Expedia, personal-connection anemia.
Consume nature,
become one with the savior.
Monday 7th September 2020 12:50 am
Words
Your words are a
breath of fresh air.
It warms my heart
to see you at the
pantheon of passion,
creating a lyrical legacy,
writing love letters
across the sky,
of a beautiful dream.
Tuesday 4th August 2020 9:50 pm
Echoes
Resistance is futile.
You will not find rest
as long as I am near,
whispering in your ear.
STOP, right now.
Write now.
Talk about how
love echoes
in the valley of
lost souls.
Share your hopes,
dreams, fears.
I’m listening,
channeling,
ready to bathe you,
in serenity.
I am your muse,
voice of truth,
your...
Tuesday 28th July 2020 5:17 pm
Love Letter to My Muse
All day long
I think of you.
I can’t wait to get home
to be with you,
to feel your ink drip
between my fingers.
You are my love,
my passion,
my muse.
I know you will
never leave me.
We are bound
by a legacy of words,
that braids our soul.
Our poetry echoes
through time and space,
leaves a soft place
for broken hearts to land.
# # #
...Monday 23rd September 2019 5:40 am
Immortality Methodology
Immortality Methodology
Always remember -
endings are new beginnings.
Here’s to the future,
where an ending waits for me
while my words live forever.
Tuesday 30th April 2019 2:31 pm
Mortality
Mortality stalks me
like a jealous lover.
Breathlessly follows me
wherever I go, incessantly
banging a gong,
chanting,
it won't be long,
come to me, let
the pain end.
My eternal soul sees
this game of mortal gods
and challenges me
to go where mortals
fear to tread...
Meditate in silent space
past the black hole,
beyond illness,
depression, despair
to that ...
Tuesday 9th April 2019 5:35 pm
The Writer's Plight
For some, the writer's plight may be staring at a blank page, fear of rejection, or resistance presented in various forms. For me, the writer's plight is being available morning, noon, and night to welcome a steady stream of pop-in visitors with expectations of providing conversation, cooking, cleaning, even childcare for hours on end.
With a Mona Lisa smile, I weigh the importance of what my d...
Tuesday 9th April 2019 4:23 am
Becoming
If you become
what you think about
most of the time...
I am becoming
poetry, a lyrical
fantasy floating
in rhyme.
I am becoming
love and light,
Doing my best
to do what's right.
I am becoming
forgiveness
and peace.
Healing souls
like Wayne
and Louise.
I am becoming
who God intended
me to be.
Leaving a loving
legacy.
I am becoming
free.
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...Saturday 16th February 2019 1:56 am
Cha-Chi Legacy
I inhale the tears
welling up in my eyes.
Feeling like I don't have
the right to cry for
letting so much time go by
without saying hi,
how are you doing,
what's new in your life?
I "kept in touch"
watching your
adventures
on social media,
restoring
power
after a
hurricane,
providing water
and food for
people who didn't
know your name.
I was proud of you,
...
Monday 4th February 2019 4:04 am
Quill
Publish your poems,
your stories,
your soul songs.
A world of lonely people
are waiting for you
with open arms.
Saturday 22nd December 2018 7:28 pm
Behind Point
You need to live, to lead your life until
The point chosen not by you;
A path behind which is legacy of yours.
Friday 27th January 2017 9:03 pm
Revealing Peace
Revealing peace, presented by my mood,
Persuades the world of feeling all its streams –
A thread of legacy appears by my side.
Monday 23rd January 2017 12:01 am
Rubies and Diamonds
Rubies and Diamonds
To the dreary and the lonely,
To the cautious and the weary,
To the listless and enlightened minds,
Let them hear what my words describe,
Through humble prophets speaks The King,
Who urges and pushes for The Reckoning,
Answer your soul for it is beckoning,
Cast away shadows,
Cast away strife,
You must answer your soul,
And answer your ...
Thursday 23rd June 2016 5:20 pm
The Voice of a Quill, Now Silent
I am but the mottled bark
of a tree once firmly rooted,
peeled from its stately trunk
and within my hollow carapace
echoes an inert drumbeat
that keeps the cadence for
a march of ornate trappings
soon and sooner still, one day
this crepuscular orphelin song
resonant in its languid longing
shall surge with the rising tide
the sound of its condescencion
as i...
Sunday 25th November 2012 2:54 pm
Epitaph
Do not bring flowers to my grave…
Instead, donate the funds to Cancer Research
- if I die of cancer
to Alzheimer’s Association
- if I die of senile dementia
to Cats Protection
- if I die childless and alone
to Salvation Army
- if I die homeless, out on the street
(though the collection may be light)
If I die from a stomach split with hunger
co...
Saturday 6th November 2010 8:50 am
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