Authorz: poeticpiers

Moon Dancer 2009 Beneath the moon alone I dance to music only I can hear Though other folk may look askance and turn away to…

Thanks but no thanks I will not buy a doctorate or any other second rate. Useless diploma or degree that you are keen to sell…

Comfort zone A pot of sharpened pencils stands upon my desk by my P.C. For reasons I don’t understand I find I write more easily…

Here and now. I know a bank beside a stream. Whereon the shy white violets grow An Ideal place to sit and dream. At least…

Experimental Glosa To be or not to be that is the question. Whether ‘tis nobler in the mind to suffer The slings and arrows of…

Mere spectator Clouds of gunmetal grey amass above the distant mountains peaks. Loudly the voice of thunder speaks. But I fear not this too will…

Self opinion At dawn, the rising of the sun alerts the cockerel to crow. Although in his opinion The cock doth cause the sun to…

Sibling Rivalry Petunia was a pretty pig though rather small she was not big But she could sing and she could dance and she did…

Reviewing the situation 2009 Moonlight on the water gleaming, nightime is the time for dreaming. Lovers walking hand in hand, creating their own wonderland. Sharing…

A pinch of salt A title does not signify you are in fact a gentleman . Aristocrats can cheat and lie as readily as any…

Back to my roots The sun is setting on the sea. It paints the restless waters red. I sit alone solitary and from my vantage…

Procrastination.The thief of time The clock ticks inexorably Each second moves the minute hand forward infinitesimally. Or so I’m led to understand. But I afraid…

Time to be Steal away quietly meditate You can spare time enough. For a while silently hide away. Contemplate who you are, what you are…

Transformation 2009 Moonlight filtered through the trees. Can cast strange shadows on the ground which fill me with a vague unease because they seem to…

Turning Point The piercing arrows driven by the power of a yew long bow. Would change the course of history As peasants laid the mailed…

A matter of form Consistency and symmetry combined with meter seem to be Ingredients of good poetry. Though modernists will disagree. They take a different…

It made a change I asked the lady if she could and she replied definitely. I asked the lady if she would. She shook her…

Triumph and Tragedy The moonlight cloaks in mystery those predators who hunt by night. The owl displays her mastery she knows the art of soundless…

A Blooming Shame Still fields of scarlet poppies blow on long abandoned battle fields. The bones of dead men hid below will feed their roots…

Farewell Adeline. She lay with pillows for support, a vain attempt to find comfort. The noble spirit housed within that frail translucent shell of skin.…