Audacious, the old me would have said, To fly so straight and true, Like an arrow knocked and loosed To sail into the air above the heads Of warring knights and daring do, To find it’s mark in the heart of hearts, The tree of chance that lies in you. No mysticism here, without/within, ToContinue reading “First Meet. A poem.”
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Poets Loved: ‘Beat! Beat! Drums!’ by Walt Whitman
Beat! Beat! Drums! Walt Whitman Beat! beat! drums!—blow! bugles! blow! Through the windows—through doors—burst like a ruthless force, Into the solemn church, and scatter the congregation, Into the school where the scholar is studying, Leave not the bridegroom quiet—no happiness must he have now with his bride, Nor the peaceful farmer any peace, ploughing hisContinue reading “Poets Loved: ‘Beat! Beat! Drums!’ by Walt Whitman”
Book Sale! ‘The All or the Nothing’ at 20% off for a limited time
Hi all My first print poetry book, The All or the Nothing, is currently on sale for 20% off for a limited time. It’s normally $10.00 Australian but is now $8.00, which is approximately $5.60 American or 4.30 British pounds (my keyboard doesn’t have a pound symbol – DOH!). Inside, you’ll find 62 poems aboutContinue reading “Book Sale! ‘The All or the Nothing’ at 20% off for a limited time”
Poets Loved: Epith. By Carol Muske-Dukes.
Epith. By Carol Muske-Dukes. Here’s the little dressmaker on her knees at your feet, mouth full of pins: fixing you in the dummy’s image. Your belled satin shivers like a goblet of fizzled brut– You wanted it late in life, happiness, wanted little family but after the kids grew up. Like a saint on herContinue reading “Poets Loved: Epith. By Carol Muske-Dukes.”
Poets Loved: Fame is a fickle food. By Emily Dickinson
Fame is a fickle food. By Emily Dickinson Fame is a fickle food Upon a shifting plate Whose table once a Guest but not The second time is set Whose crumbs the crows inspect And with ironic caw Flap past it to the Farmer’s corn Men eat of it and die A poem by EmilyContinue reading “Poets Loved: Fame is a fickle food. By Emily Dickinson”
Underfoot. A haiku.
Much bitter fruit on the path of our ascension is crushed underfoot. What is a haiku? Glad you asked. Click here to find out more. Cheers Steve 🙂 For more of my poetry, check out Poetry for the Sad, Lonely and Hopelessly Endangered and The All or the Nothing, available in print or e-book formats.Continue reading “Underfoot. A haiku.”
Rose-Colored Glasses. A poem.
The rose-colored glasses slipped away and I saw you as you really are, crowned in wishful thinking and spoilt disparity of thought, overwrought, less than I expected and more than I assumed. I guess I didn’t know what I wanted, or why you made me blue, just another misdirected convolution leading me astray, as always.Continue reading “Rose-Colored Glasses. A poem.”