the theory of knowledge from a poet's corner
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 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
It happened.finally.only yesterday I realised whyFires burned day and nighta day at the cinema changed my lifewe came home that day to a shell of a placepossessions lost – distraught, defaced.The rest of the war spent in another’s armsoutside London on a bourgeois farm.but where to now – a Southern Hemisphere yard?where brown grass turns … Continue reading Lucky
He walks beside the willow tree the shade is sure his friend the road seems long and far away – will he ever reach the end The sparrow chirps above his head
Gratitude
I stand above the solemn fieldwhere strangers come to seewhatever shall be wishing forin news endowed to thee I walk beside the strangest beachwhere friends of all kinds walkand then I dance the dance, so dearbut cannot talk the talk But ever shall we wonderwhatever could have beenif only I had held your handif only I had … Continue reading To the sea
The wind shakes – the ground breaks – your eyes wake and blink a joyful string your baggage light delight in spring and build create God’s guild love, laugh then chide – before I lose my alibi I reached the wall – a no-through road – yet in your arms I fell … Continue reading Ne’er to go
what makes one a fairy give her a hedge to hide behind bring lightning and the strongest fragrance and she will have taller feet – longer arms and bigger hands and delve into the Never-never-land a playmate remains a little girl travelling to the evening star by horse and carriage ride – abandoning reality … Continue reading what makes one a fairy
What can I see when I say I can do and the bird in the tree reminds me of you and the little lake ponders and paddles and pants and the stars in the sky over yonder way land speak to the children who chide in the snow and the sleet turns to … Continue reading the storm
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
