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”
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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”
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”
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”
Proud King
A proud king sits upon his throne Cast out to the horizon His closed eyes settle on the foam Thought and belief are out of sight His greatest victory, now his longest dream As he sinks below the surface of the world’s seams His legacy will become whatever the script writers say Sacred, terrible, vicious,Continue reading “Proud King”
Parisian Poetry 