Freedom stood upon the mountain top to view the rising sun That day he felt happy walking tall and straight The sun brought warmth to the travails of his fight A fight he’d surely ne’er for granted take Freedom looked down upon the villagers Within their village many roamed carefree But unlike Freedom they were unaware What they […]
Author: sensualism
I spend my valuable hours with family and friends, enjoying the simple pleasures of what life has to offer. Otherwise, I’ll have pen in hand and notebook at the ready for those insightful snippets that dream up a poem.
I contribute to Cosmofunnel where you’ll find a guided universe of poetry and art.
down the barrel
Black, white or brindle – oh, what do I care All living together – we breathe the same air Now old men with money raise protests with cunning What of the outcome? Down the barrel we stare Down the barrel we stare yet cannot see a thing Except for the throng – danger in story […]
Limerick XXII
There was an adventurous fellow called Willy He hiked a mountain he felt way too hilly He got to the top Thought; shit, what a drop What an old silly-billy was Willy
Limerick XXI
Militants have a mindset they follow There is one truth – opinion is hollow Newspeak* is the way Free thought so passé In their own limited language they wallow *In George Orwell’s dystopian novel Nineteen Eighty-Four Newspeak was the fictional language used by the ruling party to limit freedom of thought. It is now recognised […]
Limerick XX
Colour – it’s time to reflect On what defines us and the goals that we set Apartheid once ruled ‘Baasskap’* was the tool We are better, much better, than that *’Baasskap’ was the Afrikaans term used to describe white supremacy in South Africa during Apartheid rule.
Limerick XIX
She gave a press conference on broadcast TV She checked the journos to make sure they could see The look on her face Faking compassion and grace Oh how self-righteous our leaders can be
Angst
No longer do I travel far Or shed the world I stood to view No longer do I move outside The land I yearned and crooned and streamed No longer do I love for sake (True love found in inner feeling) No longer do I seek success Or look to sunshine’s inner glow For it […]
Young men
The motto of the afternoon Is daylight through the wind Where others who need to absolve And build a love within Within itself – where solitude Is clearer than the day And yet – when night-time lends itself It’s more than what’s portrayed In mirror – one’s reflection sought Is hindsight in one’s soul That […]
thrive
If we cannot revere the soul That flutters in the wind One may never see themselves In essence or within Yet within may come and go As lovers pass one by And delve into the utter depths Of castles in the sky And from the sky one looks below To a caper yet to play […]
My avenue of good
I was sleeping on a park-bench When I saw a man approach me He was weary – I felt tired He had grey hair – I a beard What say you; said the man – Now awakened – we were smiling Suddenly he seemed to be Clean-shaven (just like me) Dumbfounded, I said nothing Quizzical, […]
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