Vision

Poem -

Time to Call Time

At the very same time
the words
for a poem I may now
never write
came to me...

Poem -

Time Tremors

i hate making a fuss over things,
I hate going against the main stream....
But lately a...

Poem -

TIC TAC TOE

TIC TAC TOE

So
​​​​​We are animals here we eat our own
Farming fellow species to make our life better...

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Poem -

Two Sisters

all true except I have never been back there .. apart from in...

Dear lord,
our inadvertent
stumbling
upon those two
novice
sisters,...

Poem -

My Blue Heron

My Blue Heron

my blue heron

as i step into the cold and dark receding,
the trees across the water are as...

Poem -

OUR KINGDOM

GOOD SURPRISE Just added

OUR KINGDOM

I have a place built in my mind...

A Kingdom all of our own...

Our Borders would be...

Poem -

Acid Days

When I lived in
a pyramid
you would feast
on dead bodies
and take
...

Poem -

At the Very End of All My...


There is a light at
the end,
of every single
one of my tunnels ..
But...

Poem -

Why Else Wish Him So Blind

While these eyes may not be
what they once were ..
Do you really think me so blind
...

Poem -

  The Sense of Something...

At the end of the day
it is not only
the daring to look,
but the finding
that...

Poem -

Mary

There she was,
carved
in feint relief
for all the world
to see ..
Held...

Poem -

Smeared With Affection


Without any doubt
whatsoever ..
Your eyes, are my
spring my love
those...

Poem -

By Definition Only

it is not what is seen but the way that one views it ..

While pastels are always so very easy on the eye ..
I like to see things more precisely nowadays...

Poem -

No More Blues for These...

Dear Sir,
I write with regret
to inform you ..
There is a tendency
these days...

Poem -

A Picture Of You

A Picture Of You

If only I had a picture of you, then I'd really know,
what the future may hold in store, before you...

Poem -

A Woodland Rendezvous

It was whilst she was
wearing her robes
of reds, gold and black
that he spied her...

Poem -

In a Moment of Poetry

And now, on reflection
it seems,
I am not at all certain ..
I should have
ever...