Once a scare becomes a fright And man reacts as one Folly breeds more folly And amok will folly run I see therefore it must be true A knowledge base for thought Faster faster it impedes To question is a rationale Practiced by the few As reason loses out to fear And slow thought loses […]
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.
for now
Regret and hope mean nought compared to now – for now I’ll stay in Epicurus’ Garden – to quench – to slake to cure as one grows old – to tarry for a good life here foretold.
where
Are we headed to where we’ve come from – or a place we’ve never been
what matters
My willow wept for many souls That could not speak or reach To heaven’s hand – a sight (unseen) Yet let it be beseeched The bird spoke of a morning Overwhelmed – (so many thought) And when it woke the sunshine burnt The few (by heart) – they caught The few (by heart) they caught […]
I’m a choc-a-holic
Walking down the street this morning I was holding the lead of my dog. We came across a young, happy, lass in her front yard, gardening. We stopped and one of us pulled on the lead with excitement. ‘Come on’, she said, ‘don’t you see – this is an opportunity not to be missed.’ I […]
in time in time
If life for nought is thought to be I offer ‘no’ as answer thus My every avenue will see A happy trail yet to void What to think of those who say Beyond this is nothing more What to feel for those who pray Be better yet in heaven’s gate The gate is open – […]
No matter where the sunset falls
Whenever fools may run amok A thought-provoking tune Comes to mind under the sun That blends into the moon What matters if not love my dear Enigmatically we seek Can there be doubt that enmity Creates a challenge to beseech Through all the years I live this earth And rustle and resile Me – myself […]
the bloodstain
The man looked in the mirror – It broke upon his glare He reached out and felt the shattered, scattered glass Bleeding heavily a hand touched his face And his glare revealed a stain That would not wash The hand was that of past tense Bearing its soul and mind Upon eternal now… But then […]
Limerick XVIII
There’s a virus – they call it Corona It creates panic all the world over The shelves – they are bare No toilet paper to spare So we wipe our bum on whatever’s left over
Haiku poetry XXII
Solitude a leaf of gold – Company it’s art – A picture frame of nature born to mould.
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