Poetry Blogs (stone)
Devon Brock on no more the demanding sound of his snapping fingers (1 hour ago)
My fate is not in your hand
GOD makes our fates alone
Our life are surely planned
GOD feeds the ant in the stone
World is certainly small
If compared to Galaxy as shown
Whoever believes is a giant
GOD to perish the giant alone
MY heart is calm and glad
Satisfied of what I own
Whatever you earn in the dark
SURELY you'll pay it at noon
Sunday 7th April 2019 9:51 pm
Make it easy. Do it simple.
Just pray for God, to bless.
Love colleagues, & friends.
Surely, you gain a higher success,
Do it now, don't delay it.
Do it again, day by day.
Get that job, reach the top.
Not impossible, just try.
Do advise, every friend.
Shiny future, comes at end.
Do your best. Now, get rid.
Of any weakness, at any wind.
Monday 4th February 2019 4:20 pm
A Shattered Rose
The slick cliff'd river smears shiny
blue-green sliding waters
across richly wooded chateau-lands;
hurrying through honey-scarred falaises,
cat-mouthed where toffee sandstones
arced onto sleeping innocents beneath.
A country blessèd and blighted both,
in equal measure (as aeons bequeath)
full with easy money, and its deadly past.
Tuesday 18th September 2018 1:28 pm
We busted our balls
To get up there
Over a kilometre high
Where the warplanes live
And die a violent death
Meeting their end up above
On towering lonely slopes
As did Lt Stone and Sgt Kurosawa
On the same day seventy six years ago
To the day we went there
As others before had
For we had a job to do
The missing answer to find
To locate the remains of a lost pilot
Tuesday 13th February 2018 5:27 pm
Cold to the touch and as old as time itself, the eons fall by the wayside as the dawns come and go just like rain falling from the sky.
Just now like before things are changing, constantly, forever more.
Nothing stays the same – even the rocks and stones are worn away,
ground away until only sand remains.
Time defeats everything from the dinosaurs to the ic...
Sunday 5th May 2013 7:20 pm