Poetry Blogs (Sep 2020)
DavidAddington on There’s a place where I can go and tell my secrets to… (Brian Wilson) (46 minutes ago)
Stephen Gospage on There’s a place where I can go and tell my secrets to… (Brian Wilson) (58 minutes ago)
I right now in this moment in time
Shal manifest light in your life and mine
Iv decided that now is when I should start
To express my desires held close to my heart
So read this carefully if you will
Whilst in silence and physically still
I was given a gift of magic so pure
Its time to start to use it more
With eternal light from my soul
I demolish darkness to make me whole
Wednesday 30th September 2020 11:02 pm
Also by Sarah Louise mcnee:BALLOON | DECEIT | COPY CAT | CLAIRE STAMP | ANTHONY WALKER | SILHOUETTE | GALLERY | SUPERFICIAL | End S.R.A |
In my cottage in the hills
I am immune to the world’s ills,
or so I like to think.
On evenings of freezing fog,
I throw another log on the fire
watch closely as the flames reach higher,
take another sip of whiskey
stroke the back of my young dog,
Who feels the spirits in the breeze,
pick my book up from the stone cold floor.
Wednesday 30th September 2020 9:45 pm
Also by John E Marks:NEWS OF THE WORLD | Fable | Not forgot | These streets aren't meant for dreaming | Blue | Waiting to be born, again | Day-of-the-dead | Alderman dies at funeral | Kicking leaves through dappled sunlight | Love | A collection of aphorisms | Dust motes for Dante Alighieri 1265 - 1321 | Die Wahrheit macht frei ('The truth sets you free') | Warmer than blood | Doppleganger contagion | Northern Sky | Coffin ships | A silence | September's rain | Holy Brokenness | Bright star |
Let us look at your lines
Just relax and lay down on the bed
Passion in all his ugly forms comes
in mighty waves over me
I can't stop the darkness
Hours and days
To be or to perish
Regrets, lines and silhouette
It controls my life
just as it is.
Wednesday 30th September 2020 9:44 pm
Also by Rudyard Kooistra:In the name of | Shell dump | Oppy wood | A losing battle | War is sick, 2005 | Totes Meer, part 2005 | Shipwreck by JMW Turner | No mirror | No Buchenwald | No fosfor | No shooting on may third | No Passchendaele | No more dead | No fighting Temeraire | No sides | No steam and speed | No totes meer | No wonder | No shining stars | No more heroes | No chance | No more mister nice guy | No life on Earth | No answer to give | No problem | No dutch/english | No swimming | No one knows | No death | No forest | No story | No one two | No one | No |
Shadow our cat
communicates with us
he realizes that we cannot
speak cat so he watches
our human behavior
and uses it to communicate
with my wife and me
if his food bowl
is empty he does not meow
he just goes and stands
by his bowl and stares at us
if he is ready for bed
he goes to the bottom
of the stairway and stares at us
until we join h...
Wednesday 30th September 2020 9:02 pm
Also by Clyde McCulley:afraid of the dark | the sound of the sun | a gull or an angle |
NB. Three more haikus about the Underground
Northern train at stop
Pauses like it is watching
You walk your two dogs.
Getting hotter and
Hotter, it feels like the train
Is overheating too.
Pausing for breath
The guard wakes up the girl
For her ticket home.
Wednesday 30th September 2020 8:18 pm
Also by Andy N:Consequences VII | Underground XXII to XXIV | Underground Part 16 to 21 | Consequences Part 5 and 6 | Underground Part 13 to 15 |
Oh how we twist,
In the roiling firmament, this unrelenting mist,
Where no shape drawn is permanent, where nothing can persist,
Oh how we twist,
Oh how we turn,
A flicker flame of turbulence, watch it all burn,
In bitter flames of recompense, when will we learn?
Oh how we turn,
Oh how we coil,
Serpentine around the wrist, slicker than oil,
The tightening grip you...
Wednesday 30th September 2020 5:41 pm
Also by Jason Bayliss:Safe | How Little | True To Your Truth | Be Content With You | Dry Your Eyes | Child | Uncle Sam | A Pocket Full Of Rye | The Rose, The Stem And The Thorn |
The Closing Chapters
What did you do when you were young grandad?
Come and sit down here next to me dear child
I’ll tell you about the days when I was really wild.
I smoked pot, and I smoked weed
I drank lots of alcohol, and other stuff I didn’t need
Romped around without my clothes wrote blank verse, and blanker prose,
And more of both than anybody knows.
Wednesday 30th September 2020 5:37 pm
Also by Paul Sayer:Looking Back | The Road To Nowhere. | Tin foiled hats on. | Untitled, unread poem. | A message from my Nan | Can I get an Amen | I have had enough of this B.S. | Morrissey, Joan Sims, Ouija and Me | RIP | You can’t silence thoughts | Here’s me thinking I’d retired | New Old Age Hippy | Walking in my mother’s shoes | The Soul of Man | From Boys to Men |
No need to argue that point.
Years ago I dismissed it and
I know my rationale precludes
any thoughts of revisiting it.
As an educated person any
contrary viewpoint deserves
an answer, so I’ve developed
several I use without thinking.
Honestly, my logic is defensive.
I protect my legacy like you.
I don’t want to and won’t
accept a flaw I’ve lived with....
Wednesday 30th September 2020 5:14 pm
Also by Dan Holtan:Symbiotic | Subtle Savior | War Wounds | Incite To Write | Exit Stage Life |
I've just had a visit from pest control
You know - those people who take the role
Of addressing nocturnal visits by mice
(And maybe other things not seen as "nice").
It seems another tenant made a complaint
About an absence of rodent restraint.
I live in a house two centuries old
And frankly would be surprised to be told
That it was free from timorous wee beasties
Wednesday 30th September 2020 4:16 pm
Also by M.C. Newberry:PRACTICE | APOLOGIES | MOVING ON UP | CONVICTION OF PURPOSE | MISS ME BUT LET ME GO | GRATITUDE | AS TIME GOES BY | A REMINDER TO BLM | WHEN YOU'RE OVER SEVENTY...WHO CARES? (2) | LAUGHTER LINES | WHEN YOU'RE OVER SEVENTY....WHO CARES? |
A man burst into the doctor's surgery and flung open the door.
Jumped on the doctor's back and counted."One!Two!Three!Four!"
"What do you think you are doing?"shouted Dr Pugh.
"Well doc,everyone did say I could count on you."
Wednesday 30th September 2020 3:07 pm
Also by hugh:A swan's dream comes true | An addiction to cycling and exercising my dog | David Clarke ,while walking his dog was tragically killed by a herd of cows | Etiquette of proper attire | The vicar's despair,no-one there at prayer ! | A virus laughing matter | "I am no longer a letter box,coronavirus has changed a vile veil attitude." | HANDS,FACE,SPACE AND RULE OF SIX. | Amanda,a young girl homeless on the street. | Human warmth by a homeless guy | A grave gift ! | A shoplifting trick | A loss of sleep | Revenge | An alarming attack |
About her stood
With the tourists
from her past.
Her burning invisibility
and thier backwards
remains a wishfored
but glowed in its
Words and image: Tommy Carroll
Wednesday 30th September 2020 2:09 pm
Also by Tommy Carroll:That Woman | Broken Masonry |
I could be locked down in Liverpool,
fined ten grand in Leeds,
confined to Cardiff campus,
thank God I'm in Temple Meads
Wednesday 30th September 2020 1:47 pm
Also by Brian Maryon:Girl on a Bike | Taking Paul Simon's Advice a Step Further... |
Where am I
I am Here
although some would say
I am not all Here
but if I am not Here
where would I be?
the answer of course is
I wish I was more Here
but sometimes my mind wanders
and I end up over There
the grass always seems greener
There is similar to Here
yet there is nothing wrong with
being somewhere in be...
Wednesday 30th September 2020 12:27 pm
Also by d.knape:Mother Inez | Speaking of That | Old Men | DUCKS~~~a very fowl poem | Old Clothes, a poem by O.L. Buzzerd | Checks & Balances | Rain Revives | Credit Card | Replacement Parts | Cooperation | LIGHT OF LIGHTS...( A LOVE SONG) | Spice Of Life | As Summer Fades | The Man We Used To Know | Act Your Age | She Tends My Wounds | I Am A Man | HOMECOMING | MADNESS | I Can Only Imagine | GIVING | Fork In The Road | Masked Emotions | Making Allowances | FASTING |
My love life is a dusty relic of the Stone Age
The risks of COVID are too much to handle
My new blow-up doll's not quite the same
But dames are just not worth the candle
I miss the gossip working from home, and
I'm growing obese eating non-stop cookies,
I'm depressed from thinking about my fate,
Facing queer street from on-line bookies
The allotment affords me a b...
Wednesday 30th September 2020 11:06 am
Also by simon lucan:The Untouchables | Glad Eye | Runt | Blue Calfskin Nights | The Truth In Hot Sudden Tears | The Deepest Caverns Are In The Heart | Words That Mend Broken Dreams | What Became Of That Poor Girl? | Ghost Of Eden | Midnight In Moira's Garden | Only The Shadow Of Her Face | She'll Soon Come Back I'm Sure | Rungs | Winter In The Sky | Rain Doesn't Matter Now | Bold | Ginger And Fred | Saving Me For Later | Feline Grace | Brown Velvet | Flowers Are Yesterday | From Heart To Zero | Old Flames | Half-Fallen Rain | Nailed To My Doom | The Look Of You In Love | Black Poplar | No Tomorrow In Your Eyes | A Heart With No History |
I will defend your right
to say things that I don’t like
and though I may disagree
it doesn’t mean that I detest you
I’ll try my best to understand
how you reached that point of view
However uneasy listening
don’t bite your tongue
Let us see and hear you
come and speak freely
You may offend me
but then I’ll know we’re not in tune
Perhaps we’ll both learn something
if but how to be...
Wednesday 30th September 2020 10:38 am
Also by Tom Alexander:Marriage | Bury Me At Sea | Ghost Café |
I write an itch of peeled skin baring it to the world.
Candle flame rivers in the night undulating with spilling liquid fire.
The vagrant of dreams goes to bed like a man riding a boxcar to anywhere. Dispossesed from any fact.
Aimless the bullet goes straight to the heart like a scorching vague obscurity.
You made me hungry for something I can't name.
Wednesday 30th September 2020 9:32 am
Also by Daniel Reuben King:Fray Today | Red Splattering Of Roses In Annabel's Garden | Aphros | Wounded By Shakespeare | Four Dimensional Shadows | Apricot Tot Forget Me Not | Ancient Fresh Fruit | A Night That Longed To Caress Day | Fairytale Flesh | Terror Raged And The Mind Fed It Cruelty | Actaeon | The Flesh Of Thought | Through The Eyes Of The Universe, Cruising For Sex | Love The Opium Of Our Tortures | The Procreation Of Mirrors | Hymn To Limos Goddess Of Starvation | Drunken Upon Thought Made Wines |
i invite you in my life to feel something again
to turn my numbness into happiness;
you are my happiness
you make me my happiest
no one loves me as much as you do.
day in and day out i consume your love and affection.
soaking up every last bit. the feeling of feeling something for someone again excites my soul.
feeling anything is so hard these days.
but then i a...
Wednesday 30th September 2020 7:29 am
Season 5 has gone for a reason Where losers cry for freedom And winners jump in fear The eye is so deceiving For it is set to receive the friendly foes BB Naija Is a deceiving eye in Nigeria! Where people are set to receive BB Biafra Inside Africa. Laycon has set to lay beside a corn Where Dorothy has set to consume the whole area. BBN is the deceiving eye Which has deceived so many pe...
Wednesday 30th September 2020 6:54 am
Also by Chinwendu C.E Rays:OUR EYES ON LAB FOR VACCINES | NEVER SAY NEVER | SAY NO TO PLAGIARISM IN OUR WRITING WORLD[raise your pen against plagiarism] | THE LIVING VOICE **dedicated to my grandmother Late Mrs Nkechi Omelazu** | CAN I MARRY A POETESS? | SECRET BEHIND MY FACE | SHARK MANSION |
False Eyelashes x
Shiny Shoes x
Wednesday 30th September 2020 1:52 am
Also by Nigel Astell:The Confession | Thoughtful Changes |
The mornings we spent laughing
with eggs and bacon
and cups of sweet tea
because we didn’t really
like coffee yet
and with flour on our faces
because we were making pancakes
and you decided to start a fight
These are some
of the warmest places
in my heart
It´s so sad
I can´t remember
what kind of tea you liked
Tuesday 29th September 2020 11:19 pm
Also by Liam Osaneo:the good kind of sinking |
knees buckle beneath the heaviness
of your creamy taste between my lips.
Inside I'm like a waterfall: Gushing, dripping, soiling...
I tremble, drunk on your desires
and, the vivid scenes you whisper to me-
-only make me want you more.
Tuesday 29th September 2020 10:54 pm
Also by MARIA ELENA:Ignorant to society |
i believed every word thats when the tables turned
i fell for the pretence of feeling me at first
part of me always knew this was heading for the worse
cause i know im not the only girl youre lying
to the only girl you crying to
i was stupid to feel special
but fresh out of heartbreak how was i to know who you genuine too
you got such good timing shouldve noticed the mind game...
Tuesday 29th September 2020 9:36 pm
They could try again in a few years,
Yet she left the box untouched
And sewed her skin with salt
-Even though she was cleaned
By the torrent of tears.
The tissue dissolves in his touch,
It leaves residue as it brushes his lips,
It breaks away on his finger tips;
He absorbs it,
a more sinnued heart
Tuesday 29th September 2020 7:23 pm
Storm clouds soaring
It’s raining it’s pouring
It's raining cats and dogs
Great for ducks and frogs
Streaming down my pane
The never ending rain
from which your dog can...
Tuesday 29th September 2020 6:50 pm
Also by julie callaghan:Autumnal Glory | Celebrate Good Times | Gone Fishing | Three Months Until You Know What! | Six Months Ago, Six Months To Go | The Puzzle | A Moment On The Lips | The Roundabout | Poor Performance | Thank You WOL | The Butterfly Tree | Hands, Face, Space | Here I Sit | Autumn Scene | Guilty | The Rule Of Six | The Hokey Cokey | Market Day | Too Late Too Soon | Eclipsed | Every Cloud | Turn Back The Clocks | Money, Money, Money | Boat Trip To Gumusluk | Day Trip To Bodrum |
The other day I caught myself staring at your image
Embedded in the cliff-side pool.
Surrounded by flowers and foliage,
Miles away from you.
Your skin porcelain,
You didn't even seem human.
And maybe you weren't.
You were perhaps just an abstract concept,
An evanescent concoction of pigments,
Who swam away, leaving behind no remnants.
When I thought ab...
Tuesday 29th September 2020 3:45 pm
Also by Shifa Maqba:Within These Walls |
Oh god. Oh Dear.
A hangover in New York New York.
Small recollections through
hazes of alcohol pulsed pain.
Shaking fingers fumbling
for coffee and cigarette.
In a dark wood cased cabin
from sweat stinking bunk.
A million other people
who jerked through the same dance.
Night before around the world.
I stepped in time with you.
Tuesday 29th September 2020 1:51 pm
Also by I'm not a poet:Clean dry socks, Falklands 1982. | Leaves up. | I'm all Lost. In The Supermarket | My Crazy Diamond two | Gods supermarket | Devil take you | The Liars Smile. | (untitled) | Impulse | Splashing along | TikTok TikTok Tik Tok Times running out...... edited | A soldiers tale 1982 | Accross the ocean. Falklands 1982. | Dreamtime? |
He stands alone, enormous greystone arms across his navel,
Colossal beast of Swift's Brobdingnag, condescending
To righteous Lilliput, flung like a hand of gravel
Around his feet; tiny houses housing tiny people who cradle
The distant organ that plays the first bars of The Lark Ascending.
A rough-hewn monster drips moss from his back, slicked black slate
Tuesday 29th September 2020 12:40 pm
Also by Chris Hubbard:Desperation Road | Desperation Road |
Death, You'll Die!
Bound to die a day.
You are far from artist,
With his work he keeps you at bay.
The artist drinks life to the brim,
You just can't touch his fame.
As you kill body,
But just can't touch his name.
You harm the soul of near and dear,
But the harm's ephemeral,
Soul overcomes the harm
Which causes for you an alarm!
Stabbing in the b...
Tuesday 29th September 2020 11:08 am
Here on the snooker table
I'm a ping pong ball
Tuesday 29th September 2020 9:14 am
Also by Hazel ettridge:Beach Meditation 26.09.20 | The Wind |
They treat our tears with
Hand in hand with
They roar like lions and
Block all roads to
They trespass on us
Night and day
Creating for their
Mocking symbol to
Who conjure their lives
On torn pieces of paper
Our kings and queens
Can never be conquered...
Tuesday 29th September 2020 5:50 am
Also by Josephine Underwood:Here Shines | You Made Me Feel Funny | Wounded Flowers |
Ujjal Mandal, India
Keep dreaming till the dark night
Fades in the morning light.
Tuesday 29th September 2020 3:00 am
Also by Ujjal Mandal:Love of a Mother | The Innocent Flowers | We Need a Poet in Life | Black is Gold | Dreaming like the River | Inside the Mask of Blackness | Beauty is Everywhere... | What is Pure Love? | If the Reality |
There's beauty in heartbreak
Though you don't see how something so excruciating can be overcome.
A heart severed by love's misfortune, the knife still clenched tightly in her hand.
Such a guilty culprit escapes the clutches of grief.
You turn away
Under the pouring rain your tears are still obvious.
I watch you break before my eyes
Your world shattering among the turmoil
Feel the pain
Tuesday 29th September 2020 2:34 am
Also by Jordyn Elizabeth:Distant Dialogue. | Agoraphobia | Tempestuous | Tasting Temptation. | Frisson. | Rage | Kindred Strangers | Conquering Monster's |
Herring-packed collisions gravitate together
In her own Wonderland she avoids the looking glass,
Red rain washes the stain away
Tonight we re-zoomed our relationship
Renewed our unspoken vows
The gods of Zoom count their coins in the jungle
Pollocks ! she cried, I'm at the wrong disco!
Marching onwards in this town of mine
The anger of the forgotten people
Monday 28th September 2020 10:59 pm
Also by Stockport WoL:September 2020 Collage Poem: Out of the Land |
If made to have
An axe to grind
Rubbing with nails
A social scar
Itching to go for
One another’s throat
Hard may not be
With the aim to gain
By using impish trick
Employing scare tactic
To hack social fabric
Exhume the hatchet
Among ethnic groups
Previous petty clashes
Out of proportion
Monday 28th September 2020 10:15 pm
Also by Alem Hailu G/Kristos:The saga of Abdissa Aga | A false positive | Soft Target | Pat Ethiopia on the back than stab it in the back |
It was a cold and crisp evening,
9:30pm and the full moon shone down
brightly on my path,
As my feet crunched through
fallen scattered leaves.
A sharp chill filled the air
And the smell of wood burning brought me
back to the good aul days.
If I had just awoken from a coma I
would have known for certain that it
Monday 28th September 2020 2:55 pm
Also by Emer Ní Chorra:Rolling on |
Under her skin
She dreams of violence
Punching her boss
Drowning her co-workers
The most tragic headlines
Pale in comparison
With her balsamic
Where to put all this
As it burrows deeper into
Her waking thoughts
Past her jokey edges
She thinks somehow
Her mind’s preparing her
For the earth’s future
Or the next election
Monday 28th September 2020 2:47 pm
Also by Robert C Gaulke:Exactly | The Work | Don't Grow Up | The Crazy Teacher | Brazil | I'm Crysexual | Meeting Her Needs | Coming Soon | What does freedom mean to you? | Who killed whom? | What the book wants | Sixty-Forty | What haunts you the most |
Through that small window of time I see
the Rendezvous Cafe a napkin and me.
Perfect Italian cup to my right
the smell of coffee pure delight.
Quintessential Mayfair heat
in the early sixties' historical street.
On the napkin doodles and words
as if a moment could care -
but the rounded coffee spurred me on
establishing me there.
Still I write and that w...
Monday 28th September 2020 1:55 pm
Also by ray pool:ESSEX HAS FALLEN! | SECOND WAVE | ENDING UP A VEGETABLE | STAY SAFE |
It’s been a bumper year
for plants bought from
or donated by neighbours
we met at the Thursday night
clap for health workers.
Re-potting, tying, staking,
feeding; rewarded by
a glut of all shapes and sizes
basking in shafts of sunlight
thrown down our sideway.
The enrichment of salads,
casseroles, stews. But is it
ever worth all that effort,
Monday 28th September 2020 12:46 pm
eight limbs lower so small and afraid,
a two limbed child chases your dance,
dragging their feet and fate to you,
but your step to a web is slow,
to small to catch the beat of their murder,
might they show mercy and turn it down?
for you to dance in silence.
Monday 28th September 2020 11:57 am
I confess that the transphobia kerfuffle with JK Rowling largely passed me by, so I’ll admit to being a bit shaky on the facts of the story. As I understand it, JKR lampooned the fabricated terminology and imagery of menstruation rather than calling a spade a “woman” and for this she was accused of transphobia.
Let me say from the off that I have no issue with anyone getting a new willy or fan...
Monday 28th September 2020 8:59 am
Also by John Coopey:GANSEY | CONSPIRACY THEORISTS | HAPPY RUBY WEDDING ANNIVERSARY | COOPEY'S GROUPIES | THE MAGPIE | THE CONTOUR LEGACY LEG PILLOW |
She walks masked, meandering,
unacknowledged through her neighbourhood
Wishing earnestly that she somehow could
share her true self
remove the make-up painted veneer
she hangs nightly on a shelf
how emancipated she would feel
no longer enslaved within her mind
because of this facade
strangers think her, the vapid kind
no thoughts of value
within her head, you'd fi...
Monday 28th September 2020 6:56 am
Also by Flavia Gordon:Suppression | BROKEN | Fools Rush In (Inner monologue of a childhood sexual abuse survivor cont'd) | (Promise) Land Ahoy | Just a Bit Torn | Father Figure | Good Things "Cum in 3s" (A poem of "self" discovery) | Alternate Universe | Matters Not | Besotted and Loving it! | A Song of Frigidity and Desire | Palm to Palm, Skin to Skin | Duality at Play (inner monologue of a childhood sexual abuse survivor | Fake it 'Til You Make It Pep Talk | The Healing of Ancient Wounds | Bare Minimum | MY SAVIOUR, MY SAVANT (An ode to my paid weekly "friend") | I Concede | Imposter Begets Imposter? | Karma the Uninspired Bitch | My Super man | Rush Hour Treat... | Transference and its counter | A Client's Woe |
(for the little girl who haunts my dreams still)
Not that you'd care, but
All that I wanted was to make you proud
But, I was too stupid
All you ever did was bring me down
I was your scar
Your permanent frown
I was your verbal punchbag
In your whiskey fuelled state
Never felt I was your child
Just a vessel for...
Sunday 27th September 2020 9:53 pm
Also by Stephen W Atkinson:Little Dancey Feet! | How free are we? | How it should bee... | Political Irrigation! | Her Last Dance | The Thief of Breath and Hugs (part 1) |
We've learned to count our sorrows
Then write off the frustration
The one thing noone taught me:
Sunday 27th September 2020 9:32 pm
Also by Kevin T.S. Tan:The Phoenix Flame | The unpleasant poem | If I didn't love you | good lord! | What the world needs now | Final Stand | Emergency Numbers | Asparagus (for Alex) |
I feel sorry for you
I really do!
We look at a full moon in a cloudless night sky
oh! isn't that beautiful I say
you just stare at it saying nothing.
We hear of a very, dear friends death.
I weep uncontrollably
your eyes remain dry.
I read someones moving poem to you and at the end of it give out a deep appreciative sigh
Hmm is your reaction.
Sunday 27th September 2020 9:04 pm
One day you may hear on the radio
an otherwise trivial song in which
the great Aretha Franklin delivers
an almost throwaway off-the-cuff line
"I know you did"
Here the words of a mother to a child
of any age bring comfort to the soul
defeated in anguished misery
who may only mumble "I did my best"
"I know you did"
Sunday 27th September 2020 8:50 pm
Also by Adam Whitworth:Before The Morning | Requiem | File Under The Wrong Heading | If I could Walk On Stilts | The Poet Speaks (To Himself) | Daylight Still | The Body Of Odysseus |
Today I will sleep in late
Today I’ll just sit and sit,
And I’ll breathe deep.
Today I’ll clear my head,
And supine on this bed, I’ll feel the folds as they turn in and hold me still.
And I’ll be still.
Or, Today we can run outside,
And with arms open,
We’ll feast on a sky that’s wide and clear.
And face our fears.
Today we can look and look,
and fill our day
Sunday 27th September 2020 8:49 pm
the spirit of death
on this ridge
your work is done
no triumph no glory
but for ever
© by Jan Theuninck
Sunday 27th September 2020 6:23 pm
Also by Jan Theuninck:Yperite |
I’m the old man with the beard
Who lives in the sky
I am the universe
And the universe is me
I’m the man who sees everything
I’m the eye in the sky
I can see everything in ten different ways
And I gave the names to 7 different days
I can see things big and I see things small
And no matter where you are
I can hear your call
There are some who revere m...
Sunday 27th September 2020 6:21 pm
Also by Steve:A Thousand Years Ago |
Beginnings are endings
Endings are beginnings
Forgiveness is healing
Healing is forgiveness
Grace is loving in pain
Pain is to love with grace
Love is to sacrifice
Sacrifice is giving for love
Faith is to grow
Grow is to let go
Let go is to start
Start is to end.
Sunday 27th September 2020 5:47 pm
Also by Raquel Lacayo:Wandering words |
I see you flowering her
the way you once did me.
Playing virtual footsies,
oozing lyrical chemistry.
Move on they say,
look the other way.
And so it shall be,
my focus is on me.
Sowing wildflower seeds,
shining in the rain,
dancing through the pain,
singing in a field of weeds.
Sunday 27th September 2020 5:41 pm
Also by Vautaw:Books, Music & Poetry | Mambo Moment | After the Pandemic | Love Looks Good on You | Modus Operandi | Maybe Next Time | Consumed | The Poetry King |