I spoke to them so quietly That no-one heard me talk I strolled toward them peacefully That no-one heard me walk I went to break the many Before the rabble roused All to be part of the whole – None should feel left out Build a wall between us Only to break it down And […]
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Haiku poetry XIX
to weep and wane in afternoon the sun survives the storm the river, streaming, sings
Haiku poetry XVIII
the dragonfly hovered the magpie swooped the sunshine lit a spark
Goodnight
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 […]
I was thinking
I was thinking of a moment when my silence it was golden and the thought of conversation was effecting my emotion I sat counting messages yet to be returned as the voices would embellish the ideas that came to mind It wasn’t til the avenue and pathway I was walking brought a certainty […]
Unfurled
Into the world of willows weeping I wander wondering when or whereI will smell thesalt air exclaiming; so long to bewilderingscenes of why declaring; yes, we share inthe lover’s cry and under those willows we can be seen gazing and sharingand caring and being as my gaze meets yours in a willful world as our […]
Limerick XV
An old lady turned one hundred and threeGood for her age although she couldn’t seeWe drank for good cheer(She had one for each year)Ending up under the table with me
Limerick XIV
I walked through the Pearly Gates leading to Heaven I’d reached the ripe old age of Eighty-Seven I said; Pete; I want my wife I would have kept my old life If I’d known I’d be bunking with my damn neighbour Kevin
Limerick XIII
There was a young man named BlewittWho stood on a hilltop in DruittHe measured its heightAnd said with delightIt’s not a hill – it’s a mountain – I knew it!
Limerick XII
A man could be seen at the pier every morning Every day someone would notice him yawning Too early? one said The man’s eyes were still red Oh, it’s my wife – she just can’t stand my snoring
sensualism 