Verse

O Victor Jara, the poet martyr!
His poignant songs of love and peace still stir,
The hearts...

When man throws down his weapons as a promise to mankind, to lead with love as guidance, he's never...

His Lowness complains about leaky pens,
When his ' subjects' are struggling once again.
O...

This afternoon is the colour of dreams,
Buttressed by sunlight. Outside, the oak trees
...

She’s a dummy
Replaceable and chummy
Inadequate, she’s the leftover scraps
Is she...

Sometimes, we poets feel the weight
Of centuries upon our shoulders.
Sometimes, we feel...

Maybe she had no clause to die, but to eternally live, seeking light may seem to some superior emotions or...

It's colder than I ever thought and the light just seems to fade, a value left upon my heart and a gesture...

I need the you that you don't know, but time and love do tell, it's not the places I have been, cos baby...

Do you cut your birthday cake?
Do you know your birthday is fake?
Don't continue to make the...

Disillusioned and ill-informed
My nervous system hurts.
Good people closing their eyes,...

The elephant in the room is huge. Yet many
Do not see it. Indeed, they do not even hear
It,...

alternately titled: tick tock runneth amuck
seconds elapse imperceptibly
leaving me...

O remember those long dead under earth!
For many now forget their rustic ways.
They were all...

Biden is good and Trump was bad, that seems
To be, the msm's consensus. We
Are always...

Although Time's fine trees are many, the root of life
Is one, no matter the season. The deep green...

In dreams, lidless eyes imbibe the liquid sun,
And perceive rare visions, that delight the heart...