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 … Continue reading Folly
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.
Are we headed to where we’ve come from - or a place we’ve never been
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 … Continue reading what matters
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 … Continue reading I’m a choc-a-holic
I once had a toy A cherished bear I called Teddy He’d sit under my arm Whilst lying in bed He’d sleep by my side Every night restful and Steady Sleep well and be happy Is what Teddy said I have him today Boxed with soft toys Out of reach Out of sight – (out … Continue reading Teddy
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 – … Continue reading in time in time
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 … Continue reading No matter where the sunset falls
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 … Continue reading the bloodstain
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
