Poems

OCEAN’S DEPTH
The face, an ocean, vast and deep inside,
Where secrets slumber, and emotions...

FLOWER OF GRACE
The face, a bloom, in springtime's gentle sway,
A delicate flower, bathed in...

Big Bang.
Lee.

Grief has a start point. Like the Big Bang without the creation, instead it...

Gin Soaked Ink.
Lee.

If I wrote you a letter, would you read it?
It’s filled with...

My eyes reprise a splendid sight
While walking by a line of trees:
A damsel dancing with...

In the blur
of this weary existence
I wander city streets
seeking some sort
of...

You taught me things that helped me see things more beautifully...

Not created to be an Artist with...

The sick twist
of this existence
is that evil people
never in the moment perceive...

I considered myself sophisticated and wise,
but the addictive power of texting
and...

I’d better make haste, and pick up the pace, I'll run like I’m being chased, I’m going to try to be quick,...

You remember me because you sat on my jacket and I say to you was it soft
Then you say no it wasn't...

Sleeping bag for one
Looks so lonely.

You stayed overnight at work

For the cyclone...

​​​​​​We need to guide
our battered craft
into the slipstream
knowledge provides...

Grey.
Lee.

It’s quite grey today, England. My part of it is.
Terraced homes...

As if the Lazarus in her
is now planted deep within me
although a burning desire of the...

I knock knock knock on heavens door.
Go away a heavenly voice at me does roar.
But i want to...

In the folds of tradition, she stands,
Wrapped in a south Indian saree,
A vibrant tapestry...