Poetry Blogs (diamonds)
Stephen Gospage on Bob was a cut above his fellow pupils at his new school (3 hours ago)
Can you hear the moon sing at night?
A distant melody from the most dulcet vocal pipes?
Have you ever nestled in her crescent bed
Like the kid in the DreamWorks emblem?
My winsome lady
Dotes on me.
Part amused, part exasperated.
For she knows why I've come to see her again--
To steal the roux from stars, milky and fulgent.
To hoard fragments of the night sky in my wooden ches...
Friday 17th July 2020 8:39 am
There you are beaming
at everyone you meet
keeping it together.
But, I see your soul scars...
It's enough to turn
most souls to dust.
But not us.
Diamonds are made from
coal under pressure.
Show your scars,
keep the faith,
and shine on.
Monday 7th January 2019 1:10 am
Diamonds & Dirt
Diamonds may be a girl’s best friend
But at the cost my dear, at the cost
Of never boring them, you are their
Entertainment, they are your love.
Diamonds if they could talk would tell
A causatory tale of distance and dirt
You, a perfect diamond, a pure light
In the compressed dirt of their lives.
Diamonds reflect the compression
Which is the brevity of our lives
Sunday 30th March 2014 4:24 pm
the page needed turning
yet my hand between her legs
scorned a classical warning
for that girl got an untamed
grit in her eye
of an unalterable sky
Friday 31st August 2012 1:48 pm
Monday 16th July 2012 8:18 pm