Poetry Blogs (walk)
Lovely smiles at early morning,
Poetic voice says: “Hello”
Shiny eyes yearning look.
Asking happily “How are you?”
When did we met and where!
Few years ago, may be more
It was crowded party there
When she shines out of the door
We had a table, but no talk
Merrily smile, she looks shy
Asked timidly can we walk?
I shook hands, then walk...
Friday 1st March 2019 2:52 pm
Does a lie has feet or walk
Only liars have more than two
Don't listen to a lie as a joke
Then will help lies to grow
God will ask; why do you lie?
So get ready for God's punishment.
Me, you, them, surely will die
Should keep ready for last statement
Get back soon to the early pureness
And stop cheating creatures
Just in case you look for happiness
Wednesday 27th February 2019 1:03 pm
We were lame and we were young,
Walking in the woods,
While singing our song,
Never in my dreams, felt anything wrong,
Thought you were always coming along,
Do not remember where exactly I lost you,
My eyes searched for you in heavy fog,
I continued my journey amidst the rocks,
Shivered through-out the night,
Darkness was blocking my sight,
Always thought that you wer...
Thursday 24th January 2019 5:56 am
A long dark way and the loneliness deep
Some memories some wists along i keep
silence complete the wind one can hear
Hissing of moving leaves everywhere
A shady path align with trees
A sight from all cares it frees
Some dry leaves wistfully laid
Some still on trees all greenfly clad
A musk of dry dust in air
The drowning sun with few last stares
rising some smoke from chimneys far ...
Thursday 25th January 2018 11:02 am
The big oaks at the corner
stretch their leaves to gather the evening sun.
A breeze lifts and turns them,
dark, bright, bright, dark.
A green glitter effect
that entrances me
starting the long stretching walk along the lane.
As I walk, the sun lights overhead leaves,
creates broderie anglais shadows
where cars slowly trail only feet apart.
Above a lacy sheet of alto cumulus spreads
Saturday 7th October 2017 7:18 pm
Borne of summer strolls untold
Into evenings where countless stories unfold
The road ahead was void of cars
And I alone played an orchestra to the stars
They shined their blessings from celestial seats
Meanwhile, I looked beyond perennial streets
Pondering clues for my desired path
For answers to a writer’s insatiable wrath
A scent, a sight, a cricket in the still...
Tuesday 18th July 2017 3:41 am
Life is a map,
scaled to fit ones horizons.
Cities are a woven web of avenues,
with vines and branches that spread.
Roads, train tracks, canals, rivers, lakes and mountains
mark their territory with a tracery of lines.
They weave a pattern like the doodling of a bored giant.
Take a line for a walk.
Draw me a path home.
Sunday 3rd April 2016 11:10 pm
I leave by front door. Climb up, north,
beyond cardboard houses lining the route
away from the roaring city.
But, no lie, sound travels; on bridges of air,
rivers of dust, canyons delved by word and cry.
The swarming bustle echoes down centuries;
building, toil, murder, love, revolution, dying birdsong;
hate, war; the engines of humanity, channelled, set.
I walk away,...
Saturday 2nd January 2016 3:19 am
Out walking to where three valleys meet, past Dovestones, on a drizzly day. Low clouds hugging the hilltops, a grey shroud. Dampness on my skin, I become part of the day. Slowly soaked to the skin, walking with my friend. Earthy smell of wet grass assaulting my senses. Misty weather, a favourite of mine. Time taken away from me, nature’s world grey and grand. My eyes a camera, capturing ...
Friday 21st February 2014 3:45 pm
Out walking to where three valleys meet, past Dovestones, on a drizzly day. ...
Thursday 24th November 2011 1:00 pm
I’ve been on an eight mile hike with my mate, getting out of town.
Up roads, to the Waterworks to give a witch my Amelia Earhart spell.
Venturing through farmer’s fields, over dry stone walls and under barbed wire fences. ...
Thursday 22nd September 2011 11:39 pm