Poetry Blogs (2019, Yesterday)
Martin Elder on Some thoughts on the definitions of "Smudge" as per Merriam-Webster (22 minutes ago)
Past has always chased Future's Present;
for Past envies its favored presence.
Mockery laced with lust
as injections plump busts.
Yet, Children of the Sun
will remain to be shunned.
Hot remains split like us
till we reach Exodus!
Hollowed we lie down deep;
your ass best wake from sleep!
Past was shiny, now played out.
Present is dying and s...
Sunday 19th May 2019 9:01 pm
The mirror does not hold your reflection
Commanding instead the need for subjection
Vanity is the rule by which we live
Ruthless without the need to forgive
How long do you take looking for perfection
Beauty is real and also a distraction
Preparing ourselves for the talk of the eyes
Some words are true and others are lies
What point do we stop hiding that which we...
Tuesday 14th July 2015 5:06 pm
Sunday always seems to be
The day my thoughts go flying free,
And times gone by return to me,
A Sunday street's a bygone street
That echoes someone else's feet,
And other voices, soft and sweet,
A Sunday bell's a timeless knell
That tolling has a tale to tell,
Reminding me when all was well,
Friday 21st October 2011 10:23 pm