Regret and hope mean nought compared to now – for now I’ll stay in Epicurus’ Garden – to quench – to slake to cure as one grows old – to tarry for a good life here foretold.
Tag: poetry
where
Are we headed to where we’ve come from – or a place we’ve never been
what matters
My willow wept for many souls That could not speak or reach To heaven’s hand – a sight (unseen) Yet let it be beseeched The bird spoke of a morning Overwhelmed – (so many thought) And when it woke the sunshine burnt The few (by heart) – they caught The few (by heart) they caught […]
in time in time
If life for nought is thought to be I offer ‘no’ as answer thus My every avenue will see A happy trail yet to void What to think of those who say Beyond this is nothing more What to feel for those who pray Be better yet in heaven’s gate The gate is open – […]
No matter where the sunset falls
Whenever fools may run amok A thought-provoking tune Comes to mind under the sun That blends into the moon What matters if not love my dear Enigmatically we seek Can there be doubt that enmity Creates a challenge to beseech Through all the years I live this earth And rustle and resile Me – myself […]
the bloodstain
The man looked in the mirror – It broke upon his glare He reached out and felt the shattered, scattered glass Bleeding heavily a hand touched his face And his glare revealed a stain That would not wash The hand was that of past tense Bearing its soul and mind Upon eternal now… But then […]
Limerick XVIII
There’s a virus – they call it Corona It creates panic all the world over The shelves – they are bare No toilet paper to spare So we wipe our bum on whatever’s left over
Haiku poetry XXII
Solitude a leaf of gold – Company it’s art – A picture frame of nature born to mould.
Haiku poetry XXI
The muddied ball – An outburst borne – The grass becomes a lake
Notes VII
Whenever love Runs amok A thought-provoking Tune Comes to mind Under the sun That blends Into the moon
sensualism 