the theory of knowledge from a poet's corner
The bird seemed to follow my roving eye As he walked beyond where I lie He seemed to know, with eye I spy - Sitting there that day. He never seemed to have a care No matter for how long I stared Or how controlling was my glare He was there, it seemed, to stay … Continue reading Poem – My bird
Herbert knew about the cocktail party long before Mary. “How did you find out about it so soon?” Mary said. “I don’t know, I just did, I guess,” replied Herbert. “Hmmm,” was all Mary could manage, as she walked away from the kitchen table, tossing her hair over her right shoulder, in anything but a … Continue reading Mary…
Once upon a time there was a man with a very big beard. He was a very jolly man. One day in his older years he thought it an idea to wear only red and white at Christmas time. And with it came a very big black belt. As time had passed, his beard had … Continue reading the true story of Santa…
Australian newspapers this weekend had but one issue in their ‘Commentary’ section(s) – Paris. For once I read everyone’s opinions. By the time I post this, at least nineteen people have died in Mali. For once, media coverage was all over the hostage crisis, and our hearts go out to the families of those that died, … Continue reading at the crossroads
She strove to be the best that she could be, Her foresight led as far as she could see. She never felt out of depth, too far out to sea, She never lost her sense of being with me. Release me to the world as the one I truly am, Deep in thought, in feeling, … Continue reading Unknown
The Fire Chief relaxed As he sat down in his chair He’d just come home from watching his son play soccer "I can't believe it," he cried aloud, with a touch of flair "My bloody son has had another shocker." “That boy,” he said, “I trained him, Took him up the park To play, and kick, … Continue reading the Fire Chief…
He walked amongst the many and came across the one – the one who made him feel like he hadn’t felt before. The feeling was almost indescribable, it was like he was walking on a cloud. She was...perfect. Her beauty was like that of a blooming camellia in the height of Spring. She looked like … Continue reading epiphany
