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Dare to Dream
On Mondays, “Magician”
feels like the answer
On Tuesdays, Maybe a teacher?
Wednesdays, I think of willy wonka—
in my mind, a chocolate factory I see
and decide “He’s the one I want to be”
3 days of dreaming weren’t enough so,
Travellers intrigue me on Thursdays,
and Firefighter is an idea of Fridays
But at the end of the day, its tiring
being indecisive, and living off steam
But I...
Monday 14th April 2025 9:03 am
The Hollowing
Monday 24th March 2025 9:09 am
Trump's Gambit
Friday 21st March 2025 2:27 pm
Bob Dylan
When I was young and time was infinite,
I was spontaneous, impulsive, and impatient.
Now I am older,
and life is precious,
and the timeless becomes a time
with an end in sight.
Love becomes more visible.
I am adventurous,
thoughtful, and patient,
building the next dream
in a timeless future.
Saturday 8th February 2025 5:09 am
Listening For Change
This poem is about a society increasingly divided, where accusations fly and truth seems lost. It speaks to the urgency of listening instead of blaming, understanding instead of judging, and choosing hope over fear. In a world where opinions are quickly voiced and emotions run high, the poem urges a shift in perspective—one that values connection, love, and the strength to find hope, even in diffi...
Saturday 25th January 2025 5:09 pm
do not be disheartened.
do not be disheartened
from the powers that be
they shape our media,
close our borders,
delegitimise our freedom,
emasculate our men,
oppress our women,
suppress queer identity,
profile non-white skin.
they take our taxes,
pay their bankers bonuses,
privatise and pollute our water,
shape our education,
control our minds,
continue colonial wars.
they steal oil and gas from the ...
Saturday 25th January 2025 1:23 pm
Lobo’s Got a New Ride
Lobo’s Got a New Ride
Sirens howl in the December morning frosty air the pale haze of cold morning dew. The coffee pot drips the house back into life out of the deep winter slumber. What a good time to sleep she heard him say, but she wasn’t sure if it was she who said it first. The burst came later upon the reflections of a future not yet arrived, a direction she can’t see. She thinks it will ...
Wednesday 8th January 2025 5:32 pm
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