Poetry Blogs (introspection)
Nicola Beckett on The Man On The Bridge (7 minutes ago)
Nicola Beckett on The Man On The Bridge (4 hours ago)
Apotheosis is a way of seeing
all things as they appear to God
Can avoid within a universe of being,
hiving energy in comprehending
the infinite – not stifle pansophy?
Apotheosis is a way of seeing
energy – without creating or destroying,
without mundane perceptions – as, purely
a void, within a universe of being
all life must be repudiated; cleansi...
Tuesday 10th March 2020 10:52 pm
Like those magnificently lonesome trophies -
once hard fought for
with all our might and capacity
and then left to rot on the rocks;
abysmally, in perpetuity -
all laurels and triumphs get jaded and weary
dominions faded and supremacy sickly.
Every hard earned victory
once immaculate and pristine
succumbs to frivolous, lame apathy.
The slick sheen gathers bl...
Sunday 19th January 2020 10:45 pm
I watched as others posted
Poetry oh! So grand
Much better and much wiser
Stuff people could understand
Mines sometimes esoteric
For maybe, just one or two
About topics that are hidden
And mostly out of view
About occult and arcane stuff
Giving metaphysical indigestion
I dear say a few have had enough
Who would want to read
Wednesday 20th November 2019 9:36 pm
Sometimes black and white become one.
Gods omnipresecence is seen, white dancing across black.
Morning comes from night.
Day breaks and lights the dark.
Half the world is light, while the other half is dark.
In the dance of shadows, white light reflects colors on dark night.
Prisms take white light and reflect colors on black night.
White light, dark night.
Tuesday 3rd September 2019 4:10 pm
Me ne mujh sa kayir, beywafa paya koyi nai
Sharafat! Teri izzat abhi tak khoyi nai
Tu ley aa usey ke dhar uska khula hai abhi
Shayad uski aankhein abhi tak royi nai
Har jhapakti palak me ye bheegha pan
Meri aankhein to furqat se soyi nai
Sharafat, is roz to umeed bhi na yi bhar
Tere dhar se aaj bhi guzra koyi nai
Friday 29th December 2017 12:12 pm
The sky in front of me is pink, as I drive home‚
there will be a frost tonight.
Beneath it the brackened hills lie pinkly rust
And trees stand starkly laced in contrast
I see every distant twig defined, sharp against the pearlescent sky.
Not much later, I sit over tea and look west
to where the sky is left creamily gold.
Above, the darkling blue is split by a fading pink ...
Monday 20th March 2017 2:46 pm
In careful pursuit of peace
Nothing should be allowed to impede, yes even
Treacherous thoughts should be accepted, so that
Reason is slowly allowed to win
Observe then, with each of your
Senses, the inner core of your being
Proudly sweating with the heat
Emanating from your humanity and permit the
Cold fresh wind of change to breeze into your mind
Time has no meaning if you do this right
Saturday 9th July 2016 4:22 pm
The pot called
The kettle rebuffed
‘Pot, cry not foul,
Nor must you bark,
While it is stark,
You are a sooty reflection
Of a night, pitch-dark! '
While the blood of children,
The fair sex, the feeble and the old
Is still fresh in their hand,
Perpetrators of genocide
Demand, the less democrats,
Cursed and shunned
From a diplomatic mission,
Must step aside
Friday 17th July 2015 11:08 am
Feeling blue and lonely,
for positivity I’ve doubts
Long has been torment
with endless sort bouts
Undoing other’s tangles
accidently I got caught
Intricately opposing to,
how I would’ve thought
Unknown with intent wily
I still can face and fend
Familiar I can’t decipher
with their density contend
If success was a hal...
Saturday 22nd February 2014 3:10 am
I’ve reached a juncture
doesn’t matter anymore
On face may seem loser
but wiser since before
Likely never transpired
surprising didn’t emerge
Accepted all dished out
veiling own latent urge
No rue is being nursed
none there to complain
Excused are all ignorant
let my loss be their gain
Thursday 6th February 2014 1:18 pm