the theory of knowledge from a poet's corner
The teacher, on the table, stood (to some a block), a plank of wood yet there stood a scribe with task to feed those beyond mere reasoning a calculated world we’re living in with textbook teachings of the past think, my friends – with majesty within you is the test to see dead … Continue reading dead poets
The 'G'. The ground that draws a crowd. This is the time of the year when everyone's attention turns to football - in Australia at least. In the US they broadcast the game we love and created at 3am when you are all in bed sound asleep but there are a few of you I … Continue reading Finals football at the ‘G’
Oh but for those wild days Where the yardarm greets the sun I could abate the little bird And be the only one Who stands upon a portal And sings upon a rock Who nestles in the silent night Walking to the expanse of the dock Why jump; one thinks and ponders Why … Continue reading Wild days
Can I create more than myself And if I can, must I? Is livelihood (like solitude) About to pass me by? At times we associate With a view - a sight to see A sense of fatal curfew – Of our own mortality Can I build a house to share – Must I share it … Continue reading More than myself
What do I think of thought Or can I only feel A touch as tender as the breeze Or hard as bovine – ‘fore the veal What do I think of thought What does she think of me As hard to the touch as a scab Or soft and supple Alike thee Bereft of kindness … Continue reading I think of thought…
He walked amongst the many and came across the one – the one who made him feel like he was walking on a cloud. Wearing Leopard-spotted ‘happy shoes’ she was a slim little thing, five foot six at most, wearing black, skin-tight yoga pants that hugged her legs, and a silky beige shirt hanging out over her … Continue reading Camellia
Been busy shading under a tree while this same-sex marriage survey blows over. But in fact I've been trying my hand at greeting card writing. For those writers of you out there it might go against the grain, so to speak - probably flies in the face of what 'real' writing is all about. See! … Continue reading busy-ness
He slunked down to the ground He saw a shadow, not his own “Where have you been?” She asked him with surprise. “I’ve been here getting shade From the baking morning sun.” The park was empty But for their huon cries. “You left me,” she said, scolding him. “You wanted time alone. Besides, … Continue reading The Cotton Dress
Well, well, well. I was going to make this blog about emerging authors and how to make the most of your opportunities as a writer but I've erred in my mission. I posted a couple of poems of late and you guys seem to have enjoyed reading them so I thought, why not? Why not … Continue reading Times they are a changin’
A smile costs nothing but gives much. It enriches those who receive without making poorer those who give. It takes but a moment but the memory of it often lasts forever. None is so rich or mighty that they can get along without it, and none is so poor but that they can be made rich … Continue reading Smile
