At the ballot box I searched for choice So I could raise My silent voice I looked around It wasn’t heard Not a sound - Not a word They came within To cast their spell My story lost - I couldn’t tell For what I had Was hidden gold A dream to be - A … Continue reading Catching fire
There once was a man they called Ted His State Leader made his face turn bright red He stayed home in dismay - He had so much to say But he was masked up and silenced instead.
Ajar – the window lets in wind monotonous the sound Welcomed by the latch that breaks with questions that abound I look outside and see the sea tumultuous of form The tide will rise to my surprise before the heavy storm I check the glass - it rattles so - like an empty bottle whistling … Continue reading Unknowing
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
The shallow river flowed free of pain The willow tree lamented - The swallow carried hope upon migration
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’
In the corner of an envelope Pinned tight against the wall Minuscule but mighty Two inches captures and enthrals Reading like a scrap of scholarship Like an enigma rising Striving for its own simplicity A like mind left surmising A fragment borne of intellect A fleeting moment thwarted Crossed out – re-entered – rhythmic sense … Continue reading An envelope poem
I stand before the shallow field And whisper to the dawn And see the sunlight burst to life Before the rabid storm The squalling winter’s day precludes The swallow form her nest And drowns the harvest yet to yield And wakens moonlight’s rest It ought not be so (or one might think) - It ought … Continue reading I stand before the shallow field
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
A sky of emptied tears Nightfall turns warmth into winter - A wan smile - soothing
