My first published poem was in the school magazine. My second published poem was on the front page of the church newsletter. My other poems are published on this blog. I post free verse while aiming to do other kinds of poems if time allows. I enjoy expressing myself through poetry.
It is this way, so the illusionist said to the one he called the magician. The illusionist saw it no other way in the vision of the magician he seen There was no grey ground and no questioning He had it right And woe and before him the magician came creeping back who he viewed… Read More Illusion
Commercial intent, he said. They said his nose was out of joint, Because he smelt commercialization. “You just hate anything commercial.” But he grimaced at the candy smell in the foyer of a cinema That was in the shop of a petrol station. It was the smell that made him bark “Commercial intent” And the… Read More Smelly
How does one understand today’s poem “The Persian Rug”. Although it may sound like red carpet service for politicians despite their misdemeanors, it does not mean that at all. I can imagine a politician’s flaws being overlooked, though, and life goes on as normal, but this has nothing to do “The Persian Rug”. Quite simply… Read More Understanding “The Persian Rug”
Persian rug for a sow, Not fitting the soul, Dark and dead, With the sin that he did. He said to himself, I am no good. I’ve failed. What will God say? What will they think? But they still laid out the Persian Rug. Surprising as it seems. After all.
More than deluxe And a tip of the hat There’s a love transcending love That I got to have It’s more, But I have a mountain to climb. To get beyond the top, Is a love so divine I could cry For this love to be mine, And I need this now, So I will… Read More I will
In moments, words were said, Were they two divergent things expressed about the same thing? One moment straight as an arrow that pierces the soul Another moment as cheerful a schoolgirl chatting Two divergent things expressed about the same thing? What’s the point, my friend? She says one day coffee’s the killer Next day asking… Read More All I need to know
The previous ‘poem’ I wrote, “The Friend”, was written out of more a matter of intent than designing something artistic. There is a debate that says one should always write or create something excellently or this does not matter as much as what one is saying. Well, “The Friend” is inclined to be in the… Read More Intent
An oppressor they called him; Two thousand years of oppression! And women are down? Blame it on the Apostle Paul (some would say) Women got to be submissive in Paul’s day So, what does this say About the Lord? A misreading others say, as Jesus was good to women– And they loved him back. By… Read More The friend
Upside means the sunny side up, The bright side of life, The brighter side. But there’s the upside down, The opposite of the sunny side up, Where something is down, Something is wrong. But I believe the light side can be good In getting us through the upside down. For if there is an upside… Read More Upside
Departmental assistance not required and unwanted In the belly of the artist living off the love of the Lord Found in him. Assign a case manager to this poor soul so he will prosper they said And earn his way in. For he will belong when his stripes have been attained. But he had remembered… Read More The case
Uncomfortable he yelled deep down inside subtler than a scream but more telling of his distress than a deep down scream would say, he fell into the day with a stumble, getting breakfast, but falling asleep, he worked his way back into day from a disadvantage of a sleepy head, tumbling onto the street with… Read More Day’s in
As the intersection of two souls meet, One soul hopes for more than meet and greet. She took a risk, Is needing him so. The other oblivious to all this, Is caught up in the appearances of the show, A way to get to know you is all a design Farcical For souls to intertwine.… Read More Risk
Grace besides the shadows, but The shadows overcome me, I could tell they had, I was there to see The consummation of her beauty. Grace, grace, God’s light shines on you Created by him, the graces you possess Charm Joy Drowned. In shadows, darkness fell on me In that moment The darkness winks I don’t… Read More Graces
The calm sea comes to the busy street, merging into stillness, The tide rises to the moment And all is laid low. Over the sea, I can see you. You are over there, and I am here. Alone in our bubbles. I can hear through the padded walls. But the sea cannot tell. Nor can… Read More Being
I am not hiding In this shell. In this shell Is what I am really feeling. I don’t need to break out When I am within Calm. The energy around me is panic It affects me But it is not me. Deep down inside, Calm and quiet, I attend to my business With a peace… Read More Down real
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