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
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
Absence of a tryst to love Does not abandon thee From amorous encounters In a world of make-believe Absence of a single thought Wants not a lesser being Yet, in time one cannot become What one cannot see For sight to some means knowledge Powered by the mind If one be blind, does it decry … Continue reading But a second
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…
Every time I find the meaning of life they change it. That's the title of Daniel Klein's book, published a couple of years ago now but one I return to whenever I'm thinking too far ahead of the here and now. You see, Klein believes that we should all be more like Snookers, his dog, … Continue reading changing life’s meaning
Do we spend Life learning how to Live and the next life living the life we Learnt?
Remind me to take instruction From the antonym of him To take my teachings from The supposition of a fact Remind me to teach myself to learn From the better part of man Someone who can read and write Who has a lesson plan Remind me ne’er to listen To the man who … Continue reading Teach
The silence that the darkness brings Is erubescent in the night Dusk awakens, the darkness springs To the lively sun when light As my heart’s skin is shed in day Attitude is centripetal Twilight comes with tranquil focus You are my child in the lotus.
If only the sun didn’t carry heat If only winter did not bring snow If only the water lapped at my feet If only I could reap and sow If only I saw the future, told If only I could tell what I had in store If only I lacked regret for days of old If … Continue reading Poem – If only…