The tradition of the burning of fr… An age old tradition steeped in na… The power of the holy smoke used f… Used to smudge away negative energ… To energise, to cleanse auras, and…
God looks down and sees all of His good kids making bad choices God is one but decides to speak to us
Who will away to Athens with me?… Loves choral songs and maidens cro… Unenvious? mount the pinnace; hois… I promise ye, as many as are here, Ye shall not, while ye tarry with…
The comings and goings of life is… Joy and anger seep from within whe… Some linger and loiter whilst othe… There are others. Others that seem to defy the rule.
A swirling mass holds our hopes an… Does it only exist somewhere insid… As the outside world looks on, With it’s sight somehow denied, The only thing they’re allowed to…
Lies the wilderness Beyond the trees. Wheels the vulture In distant sky. Here there is peace for you and I…
These words should not only rhythm and ryhme There meant to touch you deep inside for you to read and understand what is now pen on paper from ones hand The words should touch you deep ...
If Beauty is a name for visible L… And Love for Beauty in the consci… Which when commoving to its highes… Or making that whole part of whole… Itself, feels, like an eye, that i…
His name was engraved in stone Forever there His name will wait, but will he? Will he wait for me to overcome my… Or will he chip away at that stone…
Colourful streamers of Bright fli… Gentle touches of a Kite Flyer With all its might The colourful Kite shoots to the… Gentle tugs to gentle twirls
It seems as if love is astray Missed its target and the conseque… Cupids last arrow shot and missed Leaving us alone and pissed A world with no love just consumed…
By Stanley Collymore Death is an inescapable occurrence… automatically begins the very seco… unaided draw breath in this life r… us on loan at our birth, and for w…
Ah in the thunder air how still the trees are! And the lime—tree, lovely and tall… hardly looses even a last breath o… And the ghostly, creamy coloured l…
It worn’t for her winnin ways, Nor for her bonny face But shoo wor th’ only lass we had, An that quite alters th’ case. We’d two fine lads as yo need see,
WIDE downs all gray, with gray o… Chill fields stripped naked of the… Small fields of rain-wet grass and… Wet, wind-blown trees—and, over al… Does memory lie? For Hope her mis…
A lie often told Factoid becomes very soon By all counts by noon Yes, lies hoodwink some, not all For who wants to play the fool?
Think I thought myself sleep Don’t remember Not one thing The light The lamp
I hate this t shirt. Hate the smell, Of you and smoke gone shale. Missing my crystals . More then I knew,
Bodies of comrade soldiers gleamin… Within the mill-pool where you flo… And lounge around part-clothed or… Beautiful shining forms of men ali… O living lutes stringed with the s…
The winter comes; I walk alone, I want no bird to sing; To those who keep their hearts the… The winter is the spring. No flowers to please—no bees to hu…
My wife likes to garden. She’s crazy about roses, lilies and daisies. She says I should get out in the garden and weed.
Two Little Ironies* Suggest an early death deserves our envy, *Hardy wrote a book of short...
This mouths for sale, this mouths… Please I’m willing to barter This mouths for sale, this mouths… Running it’s easy, selling it’s ha… This mouths for sale, this mouths…
A smile conquered by a frown Those people with a crown They vanish when you ain’t braver And only appear for a favour. You look at the ground and walk
All my life I’ve felt alone Then one day You came along You stole my heart
I MET Louisa in the shade, And, having seen that lovely Maid… Why should I fear to say That, nymph—like, she is fleet and… And down the rocks can leap along
If I can’t be your soul mate. If I can’t be the one you love. If us isn’t meant to be at least I have you as a friend. And if that’s all
But i’m fearless enough to take th… To have and hold you in the sheets… To kiss and hold the ocean’s sea, To dive in and get busy, I can make you spring a leak,
Fine-tissued as her finger-tips, a… As all her thoughts; in shape like… As if before young Violet’s dream… Still blazed the two great Theban… That swayed the random of that fur…
Now I Shall Sing to Her Child of the canopied woodlands an… Up through the grasslands and soft… By the swift flowing stream fell a… Face to the sun and my heart wildl…