As i walked across a field today in the afternoon winter-light I saw a fox, red fur afire, staring back at me. As I walked across a field today
I cannot change, as others do, Though you unjustly scorn; Since that poor swain, that sighs… For you alone was born. No, Phyllis, no, your heart to mo…
AS I went a-walking Through the Morning Land, Up came Folly And took me by the hand; Garbed in velvet doublet,
By Stanley Collymore My life-long experiences have both… and obviously confirmed my long he… true and enduring friendship has n… concretely to do with whom you’ve…
THIS is our place of meeting; op… That towered and pillared building… King’s Chapel in the Second Geor… Rebellion stole its regal name awa… Stone Chapel sounded better; but…
Fuck you! Your not my judge, You don’t decide my fate, Your not the one standing in front… Your not in front of me as we clim…
you where always close to me you made my world turn when you walked into the room the whole world glowed with you your smile so enchanting
The word of the Lord by night To the watching Pilgrims came, As they sat by the seaside, And filled their hearts with flame… God said, I am tired of kings,
These voices inside my head They say I am worthless I just want to lay in bed For my wants are hopeless I must hide the dark side away
You’ve asked me what love is, and… I wonder if it’s a feeling, an eve… I’m afraid to discover it, to let… I’ve been taught to hide in the sh… It’s unreasonable to think someone…
The little ships are dearer than t… For they sail in strange places, They lean nearer the green waters. One may count by wavelets how the… From their decks; and hear the Se…
come sit beneath my branches and read to me from dead poets for I am old all texture and symmetry a conspiracy of cocoons
Av Stanley Collymore Fra bitre argumenter og dumme ueni… alvorlig svekkelse av det som alle… forhold til mennesker som de er vi… til men i virkeligheten kan ikke v…
Fresh thoughts lost… moments alone listening... two spirits move forward; but, one slips between the shadows
The muffled drum rolled on the air… Warriors, with stately step, were… On every arm was the black crape b… Every carbine was turned to the gr… Solemn, the sound of their measure…
The storm which shook the silence… And sleeping pinnacles of ancient… Went muttering off in one last thu… Mixed with a moan of multitudinous… Yea, even as one who has wept much…
‘Why stone the crows!’ ‘e sez. ’… But alwiz, some’ow, women ‘ave app… Set fer to ’old me orf a 'arf a mi… I dunno wot’s agin me: p’raps me b… But, some’ow, when I speak 'em so…
God’s acre was her garden-spot, sh… She sat there often, of the Summe… Little and slim and sweet, among t… Her hair a fable in the leveled ra… She turned the fading wreath, the…
Thee, whose refulgent staff and su… Minerva’s flock longtime was wont… Although thyself an herald, famous… The last of heralds, Death, has s… He calls on all alike, nor even de…
Red Bow. Levels of existence. Levels
Here I am, Spilled on the floor. Like the milk gone bad, you poured down the drain. And I don’t think anyone,
Energy, bounce, slid, skim, White and green, blue to grey, Stillness but for a moment, All forward, All forward, Listen, see, taste the spray,
My heart beating fast My body breaking a sweat That first stinging slice Is what keeps her at her best. A fallen angel
Braggart of the terrestrial world, the grand master of the theologian… the one whose eyes and ears collect all the drama of the earth and stuffs it in his big swollen h…
Lord I saw Your face last night when I looked at the sky. You were smiling. You said: “it will be okay, I wil… And everytime I hear Your voice,
The price we pay for our wittiy ac… the consequences we face for our o… we do not know, what we speak we speak, and speak, we just don’t… our words cause great destruction
Flower-Hour Book Black mountain, Codenna Rock its another obstacle I took by the neck to kill the mock Facsimile, a ridiculous smile
When the world is a tsar Insisting: Don’t you dare be who… Take it as a dare and risk the sca…
BY FAR Euphrates’ stream we sat… A weary band of herded slaves, And over Judah’s fallen estate We wept into the passing waves. On willow-boughs that o’er us bent
BY no dry death another king goes… The way of kings. Yet may no free… For stern compassion and deep awe,… That one sign more is given agains… That one more head those dark red…