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Things
Things to adorn yourself.
Things for your home.
Things of a thousand kind,
what do you own?
Gather it all til you have everything,
but know this that when the day’s done –
despite all your things
you don’t have a damn thing
if the sun sets…
and you’ve got no one.
Saturday 24th February 2024 1:36 am
No Regret
You can buy land and home
across this world made of stone,
gathering more into barns than the rest.
You can travel and see
every sight there may be
under Heaven from East to the West.
You can spend every day
finding more ways to pay,
grabbing all you can possibly get.
But remember there’s something
worth far more than these…
to die without any...
Saturday 24th February 2024 1:34 am
seasonalities
Friday 4th November 2022 9:37 am
in there somewhere was goodbye
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~ imPRESSions ~
Wednesday 2nd November 2022 10:06 am
a father myself
An image of a prior poem written many years ago whilst in a playful but meditative mood. Kevin's recent post reminded me of this one and now am sharing it for all to enjoy.
~ imPRESSions ~
Tuesday 4th October 2022 6:47 am
Life’s a broadway musical
life's a broadway musical
It's hard to hear yourself thinking
when hate on hate is all around
there's a cry for freedom ringing,
its price, to keep another bound
our goals require such liberties
which defy our mental capacities
we hope it's worth all th...
Sunday 31st July 2022 12:32 am
The Writer's Plight
For some, the writer's plight may be staring at a blank page, fear of rejection, or resistance presented in various forms. For me, the writer's plight is being available morning, noon, and night to welcome a steady stream of pop-in visitors with expectations of providing conversation, cooking, cleaning, even childcare for hours on end.
With a Mona Lisa smile, I weigh the importance of what my d...
Tuesday 9th April 2019 4:23 am
The stranger on her neck
Can you see the track marks up her arms?
I spy
With my wide eye
The stranger upon her neck.
Like the birthmark of a bloodhound,
Like a grisly flesh pinch,
An angrily sealed wound,
A Chinese burn,
A beating burning bruise,
A bloody blush:
The bite of the hungry.
Teeth she counted like cash,
The molars which paid her fine
And got her Alice's very own wonder
-ful escape...
...Monday 22nd February 2016 9:13 pm
Philae Shakes The Hand Of God
Philae Shakes The Hand Of God
What is the etiquette
for shaking hands
with God?
His ancient skin
so cracked
and old.
We have travelled far
to penetrate
His hide.
The cold, dark cosmos
squeals with
indignation.
“Know your place,
you of greens
and blues”,
sing the disregarded
stars and
planets.
We pass through
the blazing tails
of comets.
We burn money
in plasm...
Wednesday 12th November 2014 7:52 pm
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