Wojja Fink Poems
A Patchwork Of Soul
I stumble on poets whom I’ve not before read
With visions of mountains to climb in my head
Old mysteries to learn buried deep in my heart
Viewed from a mind we’re a long way apart
But the mystery unfolds in a patchwork of art
Eastern light shines in the rhythms of men
Who seemingly travell and come back yet again
They say that it’s true there’s not far to go
If you travel light and forget all that you know
It’s a patchwork of heaven sewn through the ages
Sung by the poets and sat on by Sages
It’s a mystery of words with meanings revealed
When the ...
Saw Dylan Thomas last night in a dream,
with a silver banjo and dancing queen.
Said, “ Hi Dylan how’s your luck”.
He said, “I’m leaving here fast in a supercharged truck,
there’s room upstairs would you like to come”,
Said “ I’d love to but there’s a war just begun
All the Kings men have turned into thieves
And make all the King’s women go weak at the knees,
Where are you heading, where will you go.