
Lan of Nod
Almost sleeping, but aware. Almost dreaming in the light, during the lamps of day. Reverie. I have been pondering in … Continue reading Lan of Nod
Almost sleeping, but aware. Almost dreaming in the light, during the lamps of day. Reverie. I have been pondering in … Continue reading Lan of Nod
Surprise, surprise It is a new story this time. I watched with wide eyes, It had never happened before, That … Continue reading TV
Dearth ahead. Me, seeing it, seeing you there, My head above the undergrowth. Just able to hear Just can see … Continue reading Reflection
Is your name a pretence? By you, but who are you? You are, aren’t you? A distinctive scowl and careless … Continue reading Changes
The poem I published this week, Widow’s Mite, may seem harsh on the rich, it seems to have an attitude. … Continue reading Background to today’s poem
You give more than you can— Every day you give a widow’s mite. What more can you? Rich man: Why … Continue reading Widow’s mite
I was alone when it happened. But I felt a calm around me. As if taking this pain without feeling … Continue reading Drifted
The sky turned on me, I looked, and saw Arrows shooting down, piercing me one by one My soul bent … Continue reading Guilt
I see the rugged hill Where my saviour was Once crucified Blessed are the poor in spirit, Jesus said On … Continue reading Am I Poor, am I Rich?
My first published poem was in a church newsletter and it should have been left for the back page as … Continue reading In safe hands
IT’S THE alternative rock, suitable for kids so they say, they says it is a play on the word absurd … Continue reading Alternative rock
I listened to this bubbly Canadian upbeat folksy pop with more than enough highs her simple compositions of conversation bubbled … Continue reading Soul
Another interesting conjunction of prose into poetry? The rebel reviewer petrified by rock’s raw beat and easy listening whips out … Continue reading Fan
This is supposed to be a poem. I do not think it is. It does not look like a poem … Continue reading Drive
I was real in the last post, this post is being eloquent, even experimental. Plastic means to me as far … Continue reading Plastic
He held the card and read it, “Not her again” and threw it in the neighbour’s garden patch. She was … Continue reading All right
It was a long year. All that thinking, The ins and outs of precision, Measured as it was. All for … Continue reading Balance
Putting the much loved poem on the back burner was the logical next step. This after desperately searching for a … Continue reading Persevering with the poem that’s a labor of love
How can they offer the world hope if their houses are filled with lonely people? I lift my heart to … Continue reading Lonely
I’ve been watching you, the way you’re so fine It’s not that I want you or need you at all … Continue reading Waiting for you
State of the world Without you to say so would make a better world What lies behind those words of … Continue reading State
Life is wide, within our reach, inside of it, our lot. We are not without grasp, inside this realm, Someone … Continue reading Love
Reading some of the romantic poems and literature that comes out of India, I saw a lot of heart brokenness … Continue reading Romance stories from India
Empty: a state of being without. Empty: a state of being without because of lack. Empty: a state of being … Continue reading Lost: Empty
Where does one go when The light goes dim And the ones who Matter won’t listen to The ones who … Continue reading Of the day
I need you, But I can live without you. I remember you, You’re beautiful As I watch you go by… … Continue reading Beautiful
The quality I see before me Is a quality I cherish most That non-violence is the virtue That liquidizes the … Continue reading Non-violence
In the maelstrom of bustling street-life, I am unperturbed, Content in my way and yours But we are all going … Continue reading Is this all?
Street sight is long, Run by the forlorn. A cloud settling across, Street mastered by a turn, as ghosts come … Continue reading After
Sometimes, slight sense of irony in a sentence can add color to what would be a pedestrian line of writing … Continue reading Imaginatively using irony
If I had a choice between listening to a song or reading a poem, I ‘d pick the song over … Continue reading How should one write poetry?
Takes time. Two projects in effect, taking time on them both. Rejections, had a couple, but their mist dissipates soon … Continue reading Projects on delivery
Was looking to submit a story, but on second thoughts, it’s more poetry in motion than fiction. Have two weeks … Continue reading Poetry in motion
Or a mission, to pursue the possibility (not probability at this stage) of submitting a unique work of fiction or … Continue reading A mission on the journey