Verse

Poem -

The Depths of Your Love

The Depths of Your Love

If I could count the blades of grass
Count the stars, climb the highest mountain
Even then, I...

Poem -

son

some things are just too painful
too hurtful to speak of
the process of forming descriptive...

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Harvest Moon

Harvest Moon

Solstice ticks down
Relenting its crown
Amber tide awaits
Decreed by fates

...

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Poem -

It Could've Been Adonis

an old one of mine

It Could've Been Adonis

She met him at a singles bar
And could not believe her eyes,
It could've been Adonis
...

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An Angel Held My Hand

Picture is by Anne Stokes.

An Angel Held My Hand

An angel held my hand once,
when my heart was dark and sore.
I was stuck in such an awful...

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Temptations

Unknown to you, is his messages before. My comeback - you’ll...

I’ve made it to the crossroads, do I choose the left or the right.
Do right to feel wrong or do...

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Israel is a terrorist state

the fact of the occupation

Israel is a terrorist state

They are killing everyone
the Man, the woman and the child
They are bombing everywhere...

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Wicked Grin

Wicked Grin

Silver must always cross her palm
If her predictions do deem true
with her gracious air of...

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Circle of grief

Circle of grief

Children gathered
standing side by side
holding hands
forming a circle
a mile...

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Suffragette

Suffragette

I heard feet
Thousands upon
Thousand of feet
Marching
Through the streets....

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Coherence

Coherence

What's up dawg, kick up the tune, I'll spit to something, whatever you give to me, I'll see you real soon,...

Poem -

The churchyard

On an early autumn dawn
fog curled around the cold tombstones
a raven flew to its perch...

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Till my dying day

Living in solitude
A dusty dim room
The walls my divide
Solace gained
...

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Sitting alone with secrets

every cloud has a silver lining…
every tribute; a golden explorer-
wind whistles as beauty...

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I am running out of you

I am running out of you

I have arrived alone
to this afternoon
there are hardly any flowers
the daylight is...

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Prophecy

Prophecy

Nothing scares me, I've seen things that I just want to bury, within a destiny, and a mind so bright, is it...

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Mother: The Silent Powe

Mother: The Silent Powe

No pen has sufficient ink
To dig into the mother;
No writer has enough brains
To...