the theory of knowledge from a poet's corner
Suddenly, Something comes Of what wasn’t before And a life is portrayed From an empty canvas The brush weaves a magic Unknown today It weaves a desire Of affected dismay Dismay that is lost In the brightest surround Allowing for miracles Yet to be found In what was seen As a darkened … Continue reading Suddenly
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
They would canoodle and swoodle and oodle and boodle and cajole and rumble and fall They’d get up and they’d play and dance every which way and entice everyone each one and all They would complain when they’d suffer some pain and bruises and oozes and which But they’d always get well … Continue reading The children
Winter – Soon it will be coming Chilly days will be a-strumming And our cold will be in more than just the nose So we better make the mostest Of the time we have to boastest And the sun it will delight before it goes We can take our kite to travel Let … Continue reading The Mostest
Holly and Polly and Molly were jolly They were going to the party to play But Molly told Polly that Holly had told her The party was on the wrong day But it’s tomorrow; said Polly to Molly when Holly Had told them the party’s today. Holly’s dressed for the party; said … Continue reading The Party
The Wind is taking a break today Unlike the gust it blew in When it came out to play But that was then – A long time away – Today it lay quiet With nothing to say What’s up; I asked Wind didn’t reply I pushed and prodded I tried and I tried But … Continue reading Where is the Wind
The camera shot me as I am And not as I had been – Was like the grass in time of drought Before rain turned it green. The bird appeared to be my friend Before he fell on me The ocean was azure blue - Dirt floated to the sea. As I recounted photos, past, … Continue reading Of character a face can tell
You are the bird with a whisperthat flaps before speaking The yellow blossoms of wattlethat grow in the Spring The hibiscus in summerthat blooms, unexpected and the hours of shadethat help to protect it and when I see colourI think only of you ‘cos you are the rainbowafter the rain the white cloud with sunshine … Continue reading the bird with a whisper
Deepened feelings saddened faces lost success in lonely places a winner’s mood in far off spaces humility and youthful graces it is her time achievement fated from childhood for this she’s waited emotion lost emotion found fifteen thousand in the round a trophy – heavy – hard to carry ergo will do well to tarry … Continue reading Naomi
I was publishing another poem when I thought I may have neglected those who like to hear and read prose from time to time. As I sit here Down Under, on Australia Day, my thoughts go to Theresa May, who may think she hasn't a friend in the world.
