Tag: poetry
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The Flower: A Poem
The Flower She unfolded her petals to the kind sun and gave her colours to the caressing light; and though she was the blessing of the field, with the expenditure of summer her only fortune was to bend down, stripped of livery, to the base dirt.
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A Poem (the love of God)
O fierce and captivating love of God, drive the wind like hope leaping through the riot of the temporal realms of mortal blood, go crash the oceans with strong bounding waves and energise where the waters are quiet; dance on grassy hills and sing in the caves, lend solid rock to the old crumbling mountains,…
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Temple of Despair part 2: A poem
The second part, which is as far as I got, of my poem, ‘the Temple of Despair.’ I am pursuing other poetry projects now and, honestly, I’m not too sure where this one was going. Awaking from a Merciful Slumber I awake from the drowsy depths of sleep, and what lady of wonder stands by…
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Writing Down the Bones: Book Review
I am posting a book review that is on my old website (Pagetime (wordpress.com)), as I am no longer running that site all my future book reviews will be on this website if you are hoping for more, to anyone who found my old site. I was surprised at the number of views I was…
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Experimenting with the Sonnet exercise
When Disasters do Report When I hear report of disasters struck, Of Hurricanes wreaking havoc o’erseas, Of forest fires causing great devastation, Of tsunamis laying waste to poor places; When I hear of earthquakes crippling far lands, And volcanoes over villages spilling, When I hear the news of such tragedies, And the tally of all…
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Seek Knowledge the Best Way: A Poem
I went to Knowledge I went to Knowledge and said, ‘teach, lest you remain beyond my reach.’ She bid I follow her a while, Then seeing shade, said with a smile, ‘Come child, sit by that tree and rest, And I will teach you it the best: That everything there is to know Comes down…
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Parable of the Grapes: A Poem
Grapes I’d a cluster of purple grapes, ‘what sweet succulent taste awaits,’ I thought, taking one for delight, spitting it out, ‘this nothing sates,’ I said, repulsed, ‘such a sour blight, these must be wild grapes alright.’ The grapes are from the Vineyard parable of Isaiah, and seeming good and delicious but in reality sour…
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The Jar: A Poem about Israel
The Jar There was a jar that had a crack, much content for this did it lack; it wished to love it could be back to unmarred state before a whack; but when the potter went to mend it, it balked, for his love did offend it. The jar is representative of Israel as I…
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There is a Grave called Death: A Poem
There is a Grave called Death Some may think it a barren hope, and call the Christian a fool who at the sheer fantastic does grope, and say, ‘calm, you thing of lunatic; but so long is a length of rope.’ And, it’s true it’s a kind of kindness to inform of reality to the…
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How should I write: a Poem
How should I write? ‘How should I write?’ I said to my fair Muse, ‘Disarm yourself, even the winter woos when cold is accompanied by the sun, and sunshine never tries to get light done; the blazing orb simply raises its mass and kingdoms gaze as its glory does pass; and though your fire might…
Room for reflection 