He was sitting on the sofa watching football when she entered standing right beside him in a sundress and high heels She waved her wan goodbyes leaving just her own reflection - the reflection of a fetching woman in the bosom of his mind He sat there blankly staring at the nothingness beside him as … Continue reading Dread
I came to be the man I was before I became me And wandered through the time of yore one called one’s destiny I washed away those earthly thoughts and left them where they lay And walked along the greener path with no time to left to stray I sensed a smell in garden’s bloom … Continue reading ‘I’
The ocean was his child He played with while away The sky was an absconder From a royal’s dour day He listened to the 'Helmsman' His wife (one day) - would replace Gravity – sincerity His choice – his saving grace I will endear myself to thee And give honour to the Crown For ever … Continue reading The ocean’s child
What can be said to virtue and vice That has not been said before The lifeblood and the mortal wound In the now (and times well-stored) Sagacity reciprocates And 'learn-ed' gives and takes Like the clouds needed for thunder’s storm With ignorance in their wake But what of you – (and … Continue reading Virtue and Vice
Should one worry in this world of true belief Or shed the tears of simpletons – foretold The essence of true feelings – taken – sold To fickle sorts discerning hollow eyes Choices field the art of understanding Tolerance the art of love held dear Pray – be pleased we fall for goodness Ne’er for … Continue reading My eyes
It had been a cold and lonely winter yet the sunlight followed her like a spotlight – and her face spread joy like an infant child Racing between thoughts of yesteryear and the here and now – she pondered over the love she knew (once – and long ago) And the happiness that traced her … Continue reading it had been a cold and lonely winter
Lazily staring Into the sun He sits and he sits Sipping ouzo at dawn Under the shade Of a tree bearing gifts On the hill near the house Where his Grandpa was born He wants for nothing but time Spent on the hill Remembering love-songs Sung to his wife Now he picks olives Strumming her … Continue reading sipping ouzo at sunset
The lonely mind lay on the bed – Reliving thoughts of yesterday What brought me here – Why have I travelled so How stoic was my time From there to now The window flew – the valley ached Yet the river told the story Streaming of a road I’d travelled less The road that led … Continue reading thoughts of yesterday
Time – it ticked – again – again And stroked the hand of sorrow I may be here today she said – But will I be tomorrow Will it come – should I wait And part with dreams to please Your sentiment of heartfelt grief – I shan’t – I will not ease Ergo time … Continue reading time it ticked again again
Although departed – enshrined to thee With thimble and with thumb To leave complete would dim the light And turn each other numb Although immersed in deepest sea I’m anchored in your ocean – Protagonists will lose the war And pacifists – devotion
