He stood before the shallow sea And wondered what went wrong If only for the simple things Like solitude and song He stood before the shallow sea And thought that he’d have plenty But then desire came along And ‘fore he knew he’d spent it The window opened once again The sunshine danced along He … Continue reading The shallow sea
She came but in an afternoon and stayed until the dawn and looked like a rose by 'nother name with passion well restored She came but in an afternoon - the curtain drawn discreetly and shared her wonder and her thoughts a heartbeat shared completely She came but in an afternoon unknowingly to me and … Continue reading She came but in an afternoon
Militants have a mindset they follow There is one truth – opinion is hollow Newspeak* is the way Free thought so passé In their own limited language they wallow *In George Orwell's dystopian novel Nineteen Eighty-Four Newspeak was the fictional language used by the ruling party to limit freedom of thought. It is now recognised … Continue reading Limerick XXI
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
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
Whenever love Runs amok A thought-provoking Tune Comes to mind Under the sun That blends Into the moon
Out of the moon came a minnow misguided minutiae distinct as a creviced crustacean from the pond jumped the sunlight bristling boldly as the frog watched alone his tongue reaching for flies nature, so sweet – a droplet – she cried (an unusual kind of intel design) throughout – from the … Continue reading Goodnight
An old lady turned one hundred and three Good for her age although she couldn’t see We drank for good cheer (She had one for each year) Ending up under the table with me
The waiting room with patients – and patient understanding Looking down the phone rings loud destroying sounds of silence The baby cries the mother meets demands and tempered toils The doctor calls the chair departs opinion turns to spoils Unknowingly the reason why she sits in care-free room Her arm … Continue reading The waiting room
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