There’s no rhyme or reason for the changing of the season as larks loom large in autumn’s garden prowling upon the gnarled branches close to those of which you fell No better time come spring to plunge into the closed thicket and beat the brush for a hunting repast for those rich enough to shootContinue reading “the earth and everything within it”
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The Peninsula Retreat
He walked with despair He screamed at the world But no one seemed to care In built in his mind Puffs of smoke like time Billowing through life He sat once or twice Catching his breath on the long march He told himself “As long as you can breathe You’ve got a chance” Godless mountainsContinue reading “The Peninsula Retreat”
Consolers of the Past
In a flicker of moonlight Where the brave fear to tread Upon the west side of the moor Lives a place of powerful intent In mists and blizzards, it stood through them all And even when the metropolis came to call Industry and revolution marked the land around but left the place alone, solid andContinue reading “Consolers of the Past”
Alone in the City
Walking down a foreign street at dusk, the air is sweet and crisp. The ring of a thousand voices and car engines echo in the spring sky above. The aged buildings of bricks and mortar, made of stone and sweat tower above you. You are a mere ant in this abyss. You have a destinationContinue reading “Alone in the City”
A Cravat My Father Wore
A cravat my father wore De-cantered from his father’s core Amber liquid and tough smoke from pipes of oak Did splash upon my mind’s floor Signs of antiquity, but not of age Left upon life’s centre stage “Take life steady” He once said Words carved from his ancient head The day three of them cameContinue reading “A Cravat My Father Wore”
Meditation Mantra
Let the tendrils grow in your mindIgniting blossom of all kindsOmit negative and embrace positiveIn all that you do Uncomfortable – it can be somewhere you have beenWords you may have saidNext time you entertain the thoughtExplore it until you hit the root; say it aloudShocked but quietly proud Standing still for a lifetimeAnd feeling,Continue reading “Meditation Mantra”
Parisian Poetry 