On a park-bench Children cried – Twilight dreams
Category: Poetry
Haiku poetry II
the wasp cries cicadas smile – the tree can’t stop talking
Haiku poetry I
zelkova tree -stray cats housed at night sandal keeps the door ajar
worldly wise
Worry not – for I am here my love Be sad if one need be Yet do not yearn For yearning sobers any man From the bluest sea the bluer sky And Earth shall always soil When it’s brown Problematic moments come and go So go – away – be gone No more a […]
bird leaf tree
Bird perched on branch by leaf of tree Bird flies the sky leaf falls to ground In Soil bled are roots of tree How long each on Earth shall be
Solitude
I stand above the solitudeOf life that brought me here I wonder whether time surpassedWill ever displace fear I run and jump for eptitudeAnd stumble as I wave I find a place to captivateAnd so I stop to save A feeling of a life to lureAnd languish in lent love By those who walk the […]
When life was young
There was peace one dayin a world where life was youngThere was peace that daywhen instruments would strumThere was peace the daywhen hummingbirds had sungThere was peace; said theywhen you and I would comeTo the garden bloomingin the land of graceThe flower – blowing – in the wind – beside your faceAnd when you asked;can lifetime slow […]
a tear
I stood upon a road I never knew existed And found a pathway for my feet And like a seat I rested Inquisitive as I’d become I asked to where it led Deciding then to traipse along Until I reached my bed Would it be my final pillow Would I see old friends […]
Kia Kaha
I was sitting at the benchtop watching TV during lunch when I saw a politician give a speech. She was talking of the terror of danger and of death of a lone wolf who would suffer due to no-one but himself. He had traipsed into a mosque and opened fire on the throng shedding fear […]
Passing by
I was waiting for that something So special over yonder To walk up to me and greet me I don’t know what I was thinking Would everything just come to me And lay there with such ease That I needn’t lift a finger To build a life all of my own. As I sat there […]
sensualism 