Does a poem need a picturea tapestry of threadlayers of a fabricin your stead for what came before it – the tapestry of mindinterpret as it’s seenor as it’s read like a quilt – a coveringa line of stitching – all in sincdoes the poet rely on morethan merely what the pen may bring the web of inspiration … Continue reading Does a poem need a picture?
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
Oh but for those wild days Where the yardarm greets the sun I could abate the little bird And be the only one Who stands upon a portal And sings upon a rock Who nestles in the silent night Walking to the expanse of the dock Why jump; one thinks and ponders Why … Continue reading Wild days
Absence of a tryst to love Does not abandon thee From amorous encounters In a world of make-believe Absence of a single thought Wants not a lesser being Yet, in time one cannot become What one cannot see For sight to some means knowledge Powered by the mind If one be blind, does it decry … Continue reading But a second
It matters not how hard or harrowThe hindrance that I holdBut how soft and purely suppleThe helping hand I doth extol The caressing care known as compassionOpens the door to graceForever in betweenComparing looks upon the face It matters not how rough the gazeHow tough the buccaneerBelieve him when he tells you;Want for her when … Continue reading Forever in between
What do I think of thought Or can I only feel A touch as tender as the breeze Or hard as bovine – ‘fore the veal What do I think of thought What does she think of me As hard to the touch as a scab Or soft and supple Alike thee Bereft of kindness … Continue reading I think of thought…
It came from far away And nestled nearer home All the while beside me From birth to when I’d grown My travails with a conscience lay Still active – I had known It came from far away – Perched by my very own And every time I saw her She looked peaceful – Like the … Continue reading Travails with a conscience
Every time I find the meaning of life they change it. That's the title of Daniel Klein's book, published a couple of years ago now but one I return to whenever I'm thinking too far ahead of the here and now. You see, Klein believes that we should all be more like Snookers, his dog, … Continue reading changing life’s meaning
A lie is a mistruth Told purposefully. A truth is an admission Of a lie. A penny for your thoughts - I'd pay a pound For the politician's mic on hustings To lose sound. For distortion's an illusion That misrepresents - Extravagantly foolish - People vent Their anger - Meet Frustration - … Continue reading The eyes have it!
Remind me to take instruction From the antonym of him To take my teachings from The supposition of a fact Remind me to teach myself to learn From the better part of man Someone who can read and write Who has a lesson plan Remind me ne’er to listen To the man who … Continue reading Teach