This is no time, this is no place, this is no time for complacency, this disease, it could be the end of the human race, yes, this is no time, yes, this is no place, no time to be thoughtless, no time to be selfish, no time to ignore others space, yes, this is no…
Category: Poetry
A collection of posts featuring my poems.
This fragile beauty
This fragile beauty, this fragile beauty of flowers and plants, these delicate wonders beside the water, how the light gently falls upon them, and how sombre the shadows, the shadows that the sun does cast, and how powerful the sun, and how beautiful the light that sparkles upon the water, and how gloriously the light…
This fantasy
This fantasy, this fantasy that we will all ever agree, it most likely will not be, for we seem to be educated, but we cannot seem to be all educated, at the same time with civility, and it is a shame, it is a shame that this never seems to be, because we have everything…
This emptiness
This emptiness, this empty feeling inside, this empty feeling in the mind, this lonely heart, this lonely heart who is closed, and suffocated and void of anything, and who has no wish to talk to anyone, it is not me, but it is a shell of me, a shell of me and half a person,…
This disease
Gossip on the TV, gossip in the chat magazines. Oh, this horrible disease, this illness, that society breeds, the awful need to know everything, the need to gossip, the need to intrude on people’s lives, and what great abuse it brings, yes, it is a terrible thing, this a sickness, a sickness caused by lack…
This deafening silence
This lack of proper moral teaching in society, this great gap of emptiness, this deafening silence in response, to continual protests against violence, and this deafening silence, of continual repetition, through lack of proper moral education does breed, violence, hatred, racism, greed, and inequality, and it is a terrible shame to see, and why do…
This day
This day has not done much for me at all, this day, for it has bombarded me with things, unexpected things, that have surprised me and aggravated me, and brought me only misery, and they say accidents come in threes, and life it certainly seems to have a way, to have more than your fare…
This battle
This battle of your mind, when it does it start, I wonder, because you seem to have left your brain behind, you seem to have left your brain behind, and scrabble is no good if you have no linguistic skills inside, but I can help you look for your brain if you wish, because you…
This angel
This angel she walks with me wherever I go, she walks with me, and I carry her in my heart through the spring, the summer, the autumn, and the winter, and as the sun shines, and the rain and the snow does fall, this angel, she walks with me, and she walks with me where…
Thirteen minutes
Thirteen minutes, counting down, counting down the little time left, so, tired, and weary, but not of words bereft, yes, thirteen minutes left, exhausted but still blessed, with the love of language in my heart and no stress, and what could be better, than words which fill my mind all the time, and that of…
