Tag: #Poet

Like pilgrims on a pilgrimage they followed.

Like pilgrims on a pilgrimage they followed. Today he walked from room to room For a change of solitude Thus concentrating the mind The last light of the setting sun Bowing to the moon of night Being now at peace with his thoughts This was his time of contemplating Meditating on what he might write […]

Testing the product called life.

Testing the product called life. Sweep away the sawdust in his head (poems) Somewhere in those hundreds of little rooms (poems) There must be the ingredients loco citato poems and such? That magic lantern which surfaced will shed some light? It is impossible to say what will emerge But sure as God made little apples […]

#Acrostic poem.

#Acrostic poem. Cocooned. Come with me into my Man Shed Open your mind to being removed from familiar routines Could anything be more difficult? Operating alone in a room for fourteen days and nights Only consolation to defeat the boredom Naturally, the time to read and write will Evidently result in broadening the knowledge Deepen […]

Always in search of wisdom.

Always in search of wisdom. They put the wire in again I watch, as the map of my heart Moves across the screen in lines. I’m alive I say in jubilation They nod tap me on the shoulder and move on Reaching across to the bedside locker I pick up my “Walt Whitman” quote My […]

The atmosphere is chill.

The atmosphere is chill This is a bitter pill to swallow We must believe, now in unreal times Onward! Onward! We must travel. Fate dictates this, as the world unravels No point taking the high moral ground Bite the bullet as we go to ground. Traffic and trade across world suspended. They have no wish […]

As you go.

As you go. As you go through life You are wished wind for your sail. Success as you venture on that that path of dreams. Food for your hunger. A lust for life. Ink for your pen. The readiness to forgive. A hand for friendship. A tongue to speak no evil. A voice of hope. […]

Silence settled over him.

Silence settled over him. From the far end of memory Before daylight is everywhere He settled in to write. The sleeping earth overflowed With poetic thoughts. Having many a vacant hour to pass All alive in his heavenly domain The bay-window slung open Allowed sounds permeate this writing space Words, wormed their way Leaving a […]