Full of dreams for the Autumn boySeeing a figure of pure joy erupt from a window and down a bannisterWearing clothes which don’t reflect the seasonThe Autumn boy watches his words as taciturn clouds report his moodA crow cawing for attention, from this he will learn a lessonFor all those times walking into school, perhapsContinue reading “The Autumn Boy”
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Enter Positive
Enter positiveOmit negativeIn all of what you do Enter positiveAnd strip back realitySee good people for who they areLife is no tragedyTreasure them with open arms Into whiteEnter nightAre we ever to see the light? I spied from my circular window, oh so many years ago,A walk down a forest track, cradled with overhanging treesContinue reading “Enter Positive”
Sola Fide
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”
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”
This Gentleman of the Past
It gives me great pleasure to introduce this gentleman of the past He is roguishly handsome and doesn’t lack a sense of spine, for he has given life to all that was fine From gilt of gold leaf, to carriages with seats of leather. He rarely thought that time would end his blue sky weatherContinue reading “This Gentleman of the Past”
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”
Parisian Poetry 