the theory of knowledge from a poet's corner
Her feet didn’t touch the ground Hard when in the air Dummy was her parents’ new best friend Brought silence, to be shared Bart Simpson kept her company Twisties fell to floor She smiled as she turned her head Inquisition knocked on door Movement, ever, oh so fast Tablet entertaining Attentive of the … Continue reading Bart Simpson and the little girl
A lie is a mistruth Told purposefully. A truth is an admission Of a lie. A penny for your thoughts - I'd pay a pound For the politician's mic on hustings To lose sound. For distortion's an illusion That misrepresents - Extravagantly foolish - People vent Their anger - Meet Frustration - … Continue reading The eyes have it!
A smile’s what you see in summer When the sunshine stays awhile Happiness follows suit – Dressed to impress, in fashion’s latest style Where is undue wariness? Where have despair and illness gone? Could they not stand the heat that day – The day that sunshine shone? I’ve been down in the valley Where despair … Continue reading My garden’s seed
Terrified, I looked beyond My ocean, river, Lake – my pond Tentative, I thought I heard The high tide lap ‘gainst beach-heads prize The rock jumps from the page. A vision’s sight With sty in eye Urbanised, I look away – ‘Scraper, McMansion – Mortified I reminisce in disbelief As faith … Continue reading Taken
Like a leaf that’s falling Or a vehicle I can’t drive Like a stumble, barely standing Like he who can’t survive Like a willow, waning Or a ship still moored at sea Like a flameless candle Like not knowing when to grieve Like a calamity that’s calling Or suffering, with pain Like a window, closing … Continue reading Mortality
Remind me to take instruction From the antonym of him To take my teachings from The supposition of a fact Remind me to teach myself to learn From the better part of man Someone who can read and write Who has a lesson plan Remind me ne’er to listen To the man who … Continue reading Teach
I never knew A harbour grew West of the sea I never thought I’d be caught With thee I’ve been in Other’s oceans But I’m enamoured In your sea May I share Your harbour Here, with thee? ‘Certainly;’ He said to me; ‘Welcome home.’ ‘Let’s stow-away, Together – All alone.’
Such a small space! Look at my face – I fit into it well Daring to trace By hand I race – Yet I cannot kiss and tell Flowing like a river Flowing water, like a sieve Ahead, I look, but ever, I receive – Rather I to give The window reflects my stare Comfort … Continue reading A small space
I woke up this morning on this bright and sunny day to read commentary in the morning paper about the term ‘guys.’ Apparently the Australian of the Year, David Morrison, found it within himself to announce his abhorrence at its use. ‘Those guys just weren’t up to it today,’ ‘What’s that guy playing at?’ ‘Thanks … Continue reading Freedom – where did you go?
