the theory of knowledge from a poet's corner
I ran and ran and ranto the castle in the airI danced and danced and dancedbeside my kite that flew up thereI stood upon the sunand jumped on a cloud called 'nine'and in a silent whisperI was told that cloud was mineI stayed up in the airuntil tear-drops overcameand with a sudden gustthe tear-drops turned … Continue reading Castles in the sky
My laptop has been lonely. I sit there in front of it and type away, creating one thing and then another to add to my little blog. However, today is not one of those days. In heat close to 100 degrees fahrenheit the last thing I feel like doing is sweating through a session of … Continue reading My laptop has been lonely
There was peace one dayin a world where life was youngThere was peace that daywhen instruments would strumThere was peace the daywhen hummingbirds had sungThere was peace; said theywhen you and I would comeTo the garden bloomingin the land of graceThe flower - blowing - in the wind - beside your faceAnd when you asked;can lifetime slow … Continue reading When life was young
I stood upon a road I never knew existed And found a pathway for my feet And like a seat I rested Inquisitive as I’d become I asked to where it led Deciding then to traipse along Until I reached my bed Would it be my final pillow Would I see old friends … Continue reading a tear
I was sitting at the benchtop watching TV during lunch when I saw a politician give a speech. She was talking of the terror of danger and of death of a lone wolf who would suffer due to no-one but himself. He had traipsed into a mosque and opened fire on the throng shedding fear … Continue reading Kia Kaha
I was waiting for that something So special over yonder To walk up to me and greet me I don’t know what I was thinking Would everything just come to me And lay there with such ease That I needn’t lift a finger To build a life all of my own. As I sat there … Continue reading Passing by
He strolled down from the office On a day of mixed emotions Walking under raindrops He made a dash for undercover He saw a bookshop open It was busy with perusers So he walked in … Continue reading Camellia II
I am sitting In the morning At the diner On the corner I am waiting At the counter For the man To pour the coffee And he fills it Only halfway And before I even argue He is looking Out the window At somebody Coming in "It is always Nice to see you" Says the … Continue reading Tom’s Diner*
I come to share your wisdom Your knowledge and goodwill I come because I heard your call A folly bared – until I come to share in melody And harmony and song I come because I know you know That I know I belong I come to share affection In a river I’d disowned I … Continue reading Sipping nectar
I met her at a cafe she was on a common wall out of many one from behind the counter, standing tall She grew impatient quickly and asked me if I own my home No, I’m renting; I’d retort (what business was it of hers I thought) that’s personal – for me to know and me … Continue reading Choice
