To Be Kind

How can one, With the mood of salt Be the one, To keep a steady thought How can I Be bold as ice. When different times, I freeze my eyes. My tears in winter, The ridge between us. And yet I am, The wisest height. How can I, Whose lost with fright, Be the one,…

Our Stammering Hands

  It is on one of these days that I hate Shakespeare, For being so frank and for, His free abandon. I scribble on papers yet the joyous writ dwindles down to Common and short. How did he do it, this great hate of mine. How did he Turn word to whispers and whispers to…

Lost Inspiration

I have forgotten the love I once had. The love that we all shared. The silly jokes that turned the days. The little joys that coloured our ways. You could look across the oceans. I ventured across the plains. And found that our love was special. A gift, Our love was real. Stories, moments, tales and lessons. They…

Destiny

If I should cry, For every pain, There’d be no tears, To cry for you. If that does rhyme, What a shame. I will bury the feather, In your name. This is my idea of a nonsense poem. I never really got a handle on what I was writing about and maybe, I wasn’t writing about…

Penned Woe

The act of writing is never sweet. My head aches. And when I go back to what’s complete. It still needs editing! Urgh. Its too much for me to bare. I will never get it right. And to make light my woe,  I still need to keep a rhythm, find a flow.  

What do you create?

I wonder. When an artist paints a person, Are they real or one they have seen before. Are they creators or mimics. Bringing a new face, a new form into the world, Or taking from what already exists. What of writers. Are all their characters real. Or are they representations of what is real, And if we do…

Hope for a simple life

Hope for a simple life. Not a hard one. One where you are part of all that moves. You know yourself and those around you. You are proud and humble with godly purpose. And you change things for the better. So hope for a simple life. Like a farmer who breathes fresh air. Who feeds…

Perfect Heart

What is ours if not the world. What can we create if not a smile. What can we absorb if not our laughter. What can we change if not ourselves. What belongs to us if not each other. Art by  CitrusFoam on DeviantArt

THE HERO

Then the shadow turned bloody, And sprayed its guts around me.   Devour! Devour! The dragon shouts. Surround! Surround her!   My pigeon eyes stared at a stranger, Turned from rubble to fight the murder.   Conquer! Conquer! He persuades the fallen. Defend! Defend her!   The destined hour is passing. The rescued city’s cries…

Wild Tails

Unbidden we charge. We reign the world beneath us. Wrecking havoc on standing stalks. The old falter to our scream. The youth despair to our beauty. We burn a trail of victory, Our watchers remain silent. We are creatures of speed, We are creatures of freedom The world disperses to let us loose. History acknowledges us….

Learning

My friend, the book. You made me look, With too much longing. At what is growing. Inside my head. (Don’t fear a silly poem, Nor letting silly words rhyme. They teach us, What is within us, By how simply, they go together.)

Moody Writer

Sometimes the mood just isn’t right. So I can’t write. And the weather is all clammy, My hands stop working. Or I am far too away to see the day, I stopped to stare at you. And I need to. For then I have nothing but the splattered ink dripping from these woeful pages. I…