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 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 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
I met her at a cafe she was on a common wall out of many one from behind the counter, standing tall She grew impatient quickly and asked me if I own my home No, I’m renting; I’d retort (what business was it of hers I thought) that’s personal – for me to know and me … Continue reading Choice
The camera shot me as I am And not as I had been – Was like the grass in time of drought Before rain turned it green. The bird appeared to be my friend Before he fell on me The ocean was azure blue - Dirt floated to the sea. As I recounted photos, past, … Continue reading Of character a face can tell
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
You are the bird with a whisperthat flaps before speaking The yellow blossoms of wattlethat grow in the Spring The hibiscus in summerthat blooms, unexpected and the hours of shadethat help to protect it and when I see colourI think only of you ‘cos you are the rainbowafter the rain the white cloud with sunshine … Continue reading the bird with a whisper
