Poetry Blogs (Land)
I have always been
On the bleak bald mountain
I have dwelt through the ages
At the deep source of the fountain
Guardian of all knowledge:
Before they knew me
I was here
When this land was fashioned around my soul
Sole guardian uncrowned
Then I loved this mortal mound
Tenured on God's holy ground
I have always been
At the brow of the hill
I was th...
Friday 25th January 2019 3:18 pm
On Thursday evening
I pray near a Grave in Kashmir
Lit in bundles
Aroma makes me feel
As I kneel
This is land of my forefathers
Where they rest
I too look for a place nearest
I belong to these graves
Here my soul craves
To sleep till eternity
In the Eden of divinity
What else I should ask
That has more dignity
Wednesday 28th February 2018 1:22 pm
a land wraithed in smoke and the stink of death
man's determination dulled by desperation and
the hollow, guilty hope that the creeping fate might end
at a neighbour's door.
You cannot farm in the present
At least not in Wales.
The hills were silent memorials to herds brought low,
Uncropped: a tragedy of gr...
Friday 28th July 2017 3:00 pm
Who could have known that's who he was
a man of Grump Land
His past added up to insecurity
that came out of his mouth
in the form of lampooning
Aspersion dribbled from his orifice
leaving a need for estuaries
in Grump Land for humans
to gain protection from his salty words
Yet there was a sweet spot
amongst the weeds and storms
A place he hid from mos...
Friday 16th December 2016 8:21 am
i am drawn to
seas of clouds above in nothingness
the seas of water
the seas of open land and forests
the cities with seas of
concrete and people
i was born to be a
Monday 4th May 2015 12:04 pm
As it reaches its zenith the midnight sun casts its pale light over this silent land.
Nothing stirs except the howling winter wind over miles and miles of emptiness.
No animal or man is to be found here, only the elements in their most basic form.
Earth, wind, fire and water. This is God’s land, a timeless placeless place.
Sunday 11th December 2011 7:49 pm
Look at this land, which is our land
Look at yellow sand
And at my hand;
Isn’t it grand?
Inhale this land, which is our land
It smells of lavender and spice
And mothers’ milk.
Listen to this land, which is our land:
Tune into the sounds that are around,
Of running water,
And the wind rustling thro...
Saturday 4th September 2010 8:48 pm