It cannot be spoken
or the Silence is broken
It cannot be thought
for it is ever nought... more »
How shall you find the way?
The world is awash with noise.
Fearful of silence every radio blasts
the tattered remnants of stillness.... more »
Anne Brontë is darling
She never was married
but she loved
In her poems we can see... more »
atop a dry cypress branch
I gaze and I know
if my camera I fetch... more »
On this dating site I frequent
a woman has a photo of herself lent
her man's hand on her shoulder rests
in what was once a warm embrace... more »
More welcome than cold cash
was the kind comment you posted
the smile that person gave me... more »
Deck the halls with boughs of folly,
Fa la la la la, la la la la.
Tis the season to be solly,
Fa la la la la, la la la la.... more »
Stillness - it's still, nothing stirs outside.
The air does not move, there are few sounds.
It is dark and quiet, no sounds to interfere
with the mind's meanderings and probings.... more »
On a lovely day like this
what bliss ‘twould be to share love's first kiss
On a beautiful day like this... more »
So many places I'll never see.
So many places I'll never be.
Even on this Earth, I feel this dearth.... more »
Third times the charm
it'll do no harm
to try my 3rd time luck
it only takes a little pluck... more »
New day, beautiful and bright;
I shall not take fright.
With calm joy I step
into your light.... more »
Instantly put to the test
I fail to show how I am blest
the noble man has fled;
appears the sniveller instead... more »
Nature is in no hurry
to unfold the new
Spring buds of leaves
and blossoms.... more »
Sometimes it's better to say nothing.
Sometimes it's better to do nothing.
But it's always better to be nothing.... more »
O where does the time go?
Like a foolish bee I spend
too much time on flowers
that no nectar can give.... more »
With flowers few an underpopulated tree
has a degree of beauty that all can see.
But if this same tree were hazy
with flowers in their myriads,... more »
I looked for you high;
I looked for you low
but I couldn't find you:
where did you go?
I looked for you there
and I looked for you here
but I couldn't find you anywhere.
I started to think you never existed.
It's a thought I've always resisted.
I'm tired of waiting
and I'm tired of searching.
There's got to be a way to give up
If I weren't human I could be freed
of all this varied emotional need.
So, I'll start along a trajectory
where I'll shed all vestige of poor humanity,
all trace of being anything...
OK, another poem,
then it's time to go home
my home is a strange little prison
where I am most free