She dances – whirling round, this spirit a school where the sirens learned their singing. She dances – whirling round with a brazen, glittering dress…
Leave a CommentShe dances – whirling round, this spirit a school where the sirens learned their singing. She dances – whirling round with a brazen, glittering dress…
Leave a CommentHow can I compare thee to a winter’s day? With yr kiss as cold as a gale And yr icy blue eyes scorning my soul…
Leave a CommentTwo billion eyes upon you But one mind set Her love is going towards you And the blessed songs She writes
Leave a Commentfingers are sore my words drop from my tongue to etch folklore into my rusted gun seduce my head to tell me it’s fun i…
2 CommentsAnonymous One, years ago I thought this world of the 5 senses, what they sense, were it, only what could be measured was it, that…
Leave a CommentYou’ll draw facts to your defence, muster arguments, the children of the intellect or common sense. Yet those children are under the command of forces…
Leave a CommentSam sat at last in his chair, sagging from the stretch of nine to five, and turned to his wife in the next chair with…
Leave a CommentTo a gentle tapping of a pine’s branch on her window, to the chirping of a solitary bird she awoke – and began to wonder…
Leave a CommentOthers have trod and trod through this wood, wading through the muddy swamp, through gust and slanting rain, catching sight of the demonic beasts, visiting,…
Leave a CommentWith a curious smile you sometimes linger awhile on the watch or laptop. They shine brighter somehow, their sheen turned to gold; they are made…
Leave a CommentThe potted plants I placed in your room when you worked overseas, plants that I watered once inviting the sun and breeze – that was…
Leave a CommentDo you think should I immerse you in countless pleasures and luxury, you’d have the intelligence to turn to Me – or Siddhartha-like turn at…
Leave a CommentPoetry is this early morning musing upon the snow, sounding crunching footsteps, the old creaking gate and you, mother, no longer sitting by the living…
Leave a CommentI’ll have you remember you’re a wanderer, that poignancy bestowed as from a parent upon a favoured child. For you’ll be compelled to turn to…
Leave a CommentThe long oval mirror in the bathroom knew me well. Not infrequently were men under my spell. I was educated well with a swagger of…
Leave a CommentThey want efficiency and expertise. Some may want you steeped in knowledge. Or want creativity – in modest degrees – or creativity well within their…
Leave a CommentWhat happened to the joy of life Aren’t we suppose to live life to the fullest When you left You left me in pieces Because…
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