Feel free to skip in lineIt’s just my timeHear that sound, that old fashioned type writer right hook kickSliding back to the left of the pageWhen times were simpleThat’s where we startBlank and crisp, the start of something newThink back in time to that decisionWhich put you where you areYou may not know, but you’veContinue reading “Sola Fide”
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Meditation #1 Summer’s Noon
Give into feelings And let them be known And strength will harness your every bone Year’s ending with summer’s noon Quoting those poets from the romantic bloom Show willingness to fight, for whatever is your right Live into the day, sink into the night Leave all loneliness outside Be your own spirit guide InContinue reading “Meditation #1 Summer’s Noon”
the earth and everything within it
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”
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”
Parisian Poetry 