Poetry Blogs (book)
my lips crave
the taste of
to spend forever
as your piano.
Frances Macaulay Forde © 2003
(Published in 'Love', Perth WA, 2012.)
Monday 4th February 2019 3:26 pm
by Fatima Diop
A book to me is a golden door
A door I have never entered before
It feels like I have just set foot in Neverland
Joylessly I read to many books I got banned
A book to me is a crazy place to be
I can be in the Bikini Bottom under the sea
I have realized that this book is taking me outer space
So I decided to stop reading just in case
Tuesday 3rd April 2018 12:44 pm
She Defeated Death
She should have left the city when the chance was there.
Before the Nazis came, closing the noose.
She has so many regrets, except on her actions. ...
Monday 19th February 2018 10:49 pm
This poem is a reverie and contemplation of my mother.
Time and Windows
If the past is a tattered old book,
then why am I a ghost
at my mother's window,
so clear I can sense her mystery,
and her brown eyes, so alive?
Look, I can fly to her
through the high windows
of my memory
until I'm so close that she disappears,
and the curtain flutters silently.
Friday 29th December 2017 10:44 am
This poem came to me after a visit to London, where I was thunderstruck by the scale and beauty of the restored Reading Room at the British Museum. I was also wrestling with Existentialism at the time.
A Book of Hours
There was Time when its Arrow
flowed like a ticking clock
as it carved the future from the past
like a blind sculptor in one dimension
Saturday 14th January 2017 12:32 pm
I have just released my third ebook 'Realisations' - a year after my debut ebook 'Open to interpretation' and it's subsequent second edition. It is available to buy now on Lulu via this link: http://www.lulu.com/shop/christian-reeve/realisations/ebook/product-22865142.html
A brief preview is available for all three of my books on the website itself. Please buy a copy now and support ...
Tuesday 20th September 2016 10:49 am
My first poetry book has just been published and is available to purchase as an Ebook at the following link!:
Thursday 10th September 2015 4:56 pm
The collection of Frida Narin's poems are not a nostalgic work; the past is not in the habit of painting romantic pictures. The boarders in Narins poems, from north to south and from east to west, are not lines separating humanity. The flags in the collection of Narins poems are not raised to separate the people of the earth from one another. These flags must be sown to create a carpet for childre...
Sunday 30th August 2015 12:14 pm
He whispers in my ear,
With words contrived to change opinion.
Long, spindles of fingers,
Reach into my brain,
The shocks of his sorcery.
He tells his story, with whispered murmurs,
Using the language of his creator.
Goes beyond expectation, 'til at last his spell is woven,
And the memory of his touch,
Leaves me yearning,
Wednesday 14th January 2015 11:49 pm
Saturday 17th August 2013 11:18 am
What is it like to be jailed for writing songs?
What is it like to be locked up for having an opinion?
What is it like to want freedom and say you want it?
What is it like to actually do something about it, your lust for freedom?
What is it like to stand up for your opinions and be jailed?
For four and six years.
In some cases, a dozen.
What is like...
Friday 8th February 2013 6:43 pm