the theory of knowledge from a poet's corner
Suddenly, Something comes Of what wasn’t before And a life is portrayed From an empty canvas The brush weaves a magic Unknown today It weaves a desire Of affected dismay Dismay that is lost In the brightest surround Allowing for miracles Yet to be found In what was seen As a darkened … Continue reading Suddenly
Louder – louder Chirping bird Shrill echo heard in silence
My laptop has been lonely. I sit there in front of it and type away, creating one thing and then another to add to my little blog. However, today is not one of those days. In heat close to 100 degrees fahrenheit the last thing I feel like doing is sweating through a session of … Continue reading My laptop has been lonely
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 … Continue reading When life was young
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 … Continue reading a tear
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 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 … Continue reading Passing by
He strolled down from the office On a day of mixed emotions Walking under raindrops He made a dash for undercover He saw a bookshop open It was busy with perusers So he walked in … Continue reading Camellia II
I am sitting In the morning At the diner On the corner I am waiting At the counter For the man To pour the coffee And he fills it Only halfway And before I even argue He is looking Out the window At somebody Coming in "It is always Nice to see you" Says the … Continue reading Tom’s Diner*
I come to share your wisdom Your knowledge and goodwill I come because I heard your call A folly bared – until I come to share in melody And harmony and song I come because I know you know That I know I belong I come to share affection In a river I’d disowned I … Continue reading Sipping nectar
