It was where the several stayed the few - they strived to be like those stuck to the peaceful shore who much preferred the sea What part do we mere mortals play in where the others are - the choice is theirs - and theirs alone we see a different star Contradiction lives its life … Continue reading Love grown by design
I travelled so as I could see Destiny proclaimed What I looked like from Calvary Chiding all the while How dare I leave my family home How could I support Loved ones in absentia I shan’t; I would retort Best be lost – away – I say And make up what is gone Silver in … Continue reading A mask gold rimmed and taut
To thine own self be true of thought (Eternity a friend) And through oneself emotively Survive time to the end The end of what – to where; one asks Does it exist at all One looks on high – what’s there but air Before one stands enthralled See not for nought – the … Continue reading To thine own self be true
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 … Continue reading Kia Kaha
I walk beyond the fatal shore to see what gaze can bring and dance like a disciple rescued by the leader’s ring will he answer all my prayers and welcome me to home and be the man I always hoped would save me from alone the wind howls in the morning mist and hollers strident … Continue reading Absolution
To reach toward the pyramid Atop the burning light E’er thrust and run and tally – The trepid traveller’s flight To be void of divinity – Subtracted from the sun Brightness dwindles as time allows And peddles thoughts still young Sounding like an orchestra – The music sung by one Though whispering – a baritone … Continue reading The hallowed vest
Oh ye, what is left when hope is gone? Do belief, faith and charity, follow along? Devoid of sunlight, leaving only rain Like child, sole experience being pain Doth we never see or hear again Feelings thought to be with us anon Pleasantly, enjoyment stolen from A world devoid of sunshine whence it came … Continue reading Asunder
A hand reached out in time of need, Rain in time of drought. Fingers interlaced, accede, Bud blooms from planted seed. A hand reached out, come what may, In time of loss, of sorrow. Transfixed, hand in glove. To stay? Or would, once more, in time, away? A hand reached out, no more the poorer … Continue reading Poem – helping hand
Travelling far from anywhere The silent township it was reached Thoughts were far from anything Only to be found under feet. 'Waste not want not,' she doth cry A whisper from a quiet voice 'Waste not want not,' before he died Enduring be the summer sky. The bright blue sky, the summer sun The only … Continue reading Beyond the voice
A leader to be followed, A man to judge the dead He stands on the pulpit preaching ‘The Kingdom of Heaven is near,’ he said. A movement, small to start, Followers, chosen, whence did come, A story to develop, Apostles, on his death, they doth become. To him not all stay loyal, A disciple, mendacious, will betray. He … Continue reading the prophet
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