Poetry

I’ve been born in an age where as a child we learn about the circle of life. Yet as a young boy, I never understood its significance until much later. However, I did question where humans were and why. Our …

Wriggling wryly, I wistfully fretted The chamberlain shook and listfully took Dryly my gin and at once he wetted His throat. Sinfully fat, sat by the brook   Cool water flowed and sullenly frolicked Until wearily wept he spoke his …

She was running out of time, The hours passing by as quickly as sand through fingers, Her mind as empty as the desert sky. The keys of the keyboard clicked,And clacked,But the screen showed nonsense,Written in a dead language. Her mind had poured itself, As …

Winter is when he likes to visitDays when only darkness existsWhen it comes to sadness, he’s a bigotRefusing to let light be missedMy mind doesn’t like to admit itBut sorrow will always persistI can’t seem to dim itMe and the …

The crisp water spraysOnto my cold stung face.The simple pattern of theSwaying waves. Back and forth in this simple patternSways the fragile, graying boat.In its fight against the harsh waters In the depths below.Lurking and waiting for aBoat the likes of mine, To …

“Poe hoped success there (in the military) would prompt Allen to make him his heir. But Poe’s sympathetic foster mother was now dead, and Allen was out of patience with his foster son…. he dashed Poe’s hopes for an inheritance.” …

What is the smallest thing?Perhaps the carbon molecule that sitsAtop her diamond dimpled ring?Though I sincerely voice my doubts;For that cannot be the smallest thing. If a universe lay in its infinitesimal bowels, I reckonA billion or more such rings much …

Our beautiful bull-faced beast,Thundering masterpieceOf Semele and sky god.The twice-born god came to us,Escaped Hera’s havocTo wander the world with us.Intoxicated by his sight,We take to hills.We Are the Raving OnesDancing by torchlight In mountains at midnight.In our ivy crownsWe bow …

Of every lesson I last to learn,And all the tales I live to tell,I hope I share some wisdom well-earned,To help one soul who in common fell.To help them know that it’s hard to see,Unlikely to know and impossible to …

A piano plays an enchanting lullabyEach key attempting to pronounceThe trance of far off wanderers,The beat of their hearts it counts.Appearing delicately in the mindA secret healing told through talesEach note exuding a trance,A sound that moves through a sea …