Poetry Blogs (line)
has an apple
picks a worm
from its flesh
and sticks it
on a hook
hangs the rod
over the river
casts the line
into the water
tugs a little
glints in sunlight
in the water
all the little fishes
round the worm
in the swirling...
Tuesday 26th September 2017 11:47 pm
Chilled air scatters leaves, winter.
Chilled air old body, winter.
A Mime make a rhyme, hear it?
Anger consumes me, inflicts hell.
Stormy sea of life, God's there.
You bring out the best in me.
Poems come from heart, speaks soul.
Turn eyes I'm not here, homeless.
Depressed, with Jesus find rest.
Happy, lonely, share love.
White Horse fell in mud, dirty.
Story of yo...
Friday 1st July 2016 11:32 pm
A ghostly Soldier, a Mother and babe alone, the price of freedom.
The chilled air rushes through the leaf strewn forest floor, winter's on its way.
A Mime make a rhyme, sure a Mime can make a rhyme, but who would hear it.
God is good and great, praise him now and don't be late, will decide Your fate.
The wind blows the snow into whirlin...
Wednesday 22nd July 2015 12:38 am
I stood there and chanted, "Bloody Mary, Bloody Mary, Bloody Mary!"
"I heard you the first time," said the Bar Tender.
Friday 14th March 2014 9:40 pm
I look into the mirror, an old Woman is staring back at me!
AHH!, oh wait, it's just me.
Sunday 27th October 2013 11:51 pm
Thursday 3rd November 2011 12:24 am