You were standing there And I was standing here Surrounded by the things We longed for and adored And neither of us knew (But of course we did) In our ignorance and arrogance We turned and passed away Flipped destiny … Continue reading Book Store Brevity. A poem.
I love to take photographs and write poetry. To wit: Steve 🙂 Beach Rocks at Sunrise Angular and obtuse Yet smoothed to a fine edge The grasping sunlight Illuminates your bitter curves Casting shadows like Ambit claims destined to fail … Continue reading Upstart Photographer – Beach Rocks at Sunrise
Digging Revealing Dirt covered trinkets And broken chances Uncovered And unbecoming Times and treasures Broken and beguiling Coming to light And dark And overwhelming All sense Some treasures Are better off Buried For more Poetry, click here. For more of … Continue reading Treasure. A poem.
This canvass Multicoloured Black and white Upon which I paint And scrawl and scratch A history Wrong and right A silver cord Of destiny That paints me Into a corner And yet free As summer sun and winter night For … Continue reading Canvass. A poem.
When enough is said And it’s never enough But just enough To matter For more Poetry, click here. For more of my poetry, check out Poetry for the Sad, Lonely and Hopelessly Endangered and The All or the Nothing, available … Continue reading Enough. A poem.
Sometimes, I remember you: The time, the place. Wrapped up in whimsy, In solace and solitude. All left behind In an unforgiving instant, Bereft and bellicose, Yet screaming for more. Sometimes, I remember you: But hindsight And familiarity Don’t always … Continue reading Gameshow. A poem.
Plunge Deep below Where sinking Is dreaming And thoughts Are washed away In plumes Of subtlety And sobriety And nonchalance Then, once more Take the plunge Again For more Poetry, click here. For more of my poetry, check out Poetry … Continue reading Plunge. A poem.
Bars you can’t squeeze through Beyond your reach, it’s true Too thick to overcome Your strength of will undone A trap fit for a king To spend your life within This cage in which you sit Is what your mind makes it For more Poetry, click here. For more of my poetry, check out Poetry for the Sad, Lonely and Hopelessly Endangered and The All or the Nothing, available in print. Click here to find out how to get your copy. Continue reading Cage. A poem.
I love to take photographs. I love to write poetry. Two loves on one page. Steve 🙂 Pool. A poem I enter her creamy embrace Each stroke taking me deeper Into waters clear and profound And when I come up … Continue reading Upstart Photographer – Pool.
What place is there For one with values In a world that values All things valueless For more Poetry, click here. For more of my poetry, check out Poetry for the Sad, Lonely and Hopelessly Endangered and The All or … Continue reading What Place? A poem.
Pain in body, heart and everlasting soul Amplified by every tale of hurt and loss and woe Pain that fights and tears and breaks a good man’s heart Until there’s nothing left from which to start Pain that shapes the … Continue reading The Turning Wheel. A poem.
These proprietary feelings Wrapped up and bowing out Sweeping across the space between Like tumbleweeds on a dusty street No claim to stake, all sight unseen No provision in this contract Just proprietary feelings And the thought of you and … Continue reading Proprietary. A poem.
I look out on the world And this is what I see Hatred, isolation No lands of the free Racism, extremism division shore to sea Religion not religion Corruption on high Intolerance and power In a man full of lies … Continue reading Believe. A poem.
Drawn 2 your flame 2 ashes reduced 2 rise again 2 return & burn Drawn 2 this fate For more Poetry, click here. For more of my poetry, check out Poetry for the Sad, Lonely and Hopelessly Endangered and The … Continue reading Drawn 2. A poem.
You went away Journeyed far Through flaxen fields And bauxite dust History replayed Without rewind moments A tenseness between Interspersed with Rear view lightness And sanitised propriety A photographic record Of colours and hues Revealing the distance You’ve come and … Continue reading Back. A poem.
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