Biography of Fiona Pimentel
Writes very simple poetry....
Fiona Pimentel's Works:
Letters to the Rock by Leonie Phoenix
Life on the Rock by Leonie Phoenix
Fiona Pimentel Poems
Silenced (A Shakespearean Sonnet)
Inspired by your infinite intellect, And feeling faint when faced with your physique, I rest in reverie, and real respect, And search in song for solace that I seek.
There may be neighbours in the house next door About whose names you’ve never been quite sure; You could even live for years upon years With those who’d never dare show their fears,
In Celebration Of The Finest Of Fields
Isn’t it a of mark great honour, To have fought and protected our lands, From the tempest that threatened to ravage, To have redeemed with our very own hands?
How can I stop the tide? Close the door to the Archives of Memory, So you won’t slip in? Canute couldn’t do it,
In the garden I have made, There’s a cool sweet breeze, Feel it, lazing in the shade, Or as you climb up trees.
You are God’s masterpiece To be celebrated, Not a mistake, To be crossed out.
Smile - A Haiku (Actually A Senryu)
One drop of serum is enough to save a life in this parched desert.
I Woke This Morning
I woke this morning to a broken heart; What I saw with pure joy, was apparently art. So, of love, you will hear from me no more, I’ll only long now for the convent door.
I Had A Little Pebble
I had a little pebble, Its surface smooth and warm; I put it in my pocket To keep it safe from harm.
Sir, your “diagnosis” is mistaken, As certain values I have forsaken, And what you see as loss and misery, Have led me rather, straight to joy and glee.
Shades Of Silence
Imposed it’s hurtful, Freely entered it’s peaceful, Shared it’s intimate.
Not seven, But seventy-seven times, We are told; An eternity of times.
Already, giving up my vice, Costs me an overwhelming price. You ask a further sacrifice, So that I am paying twice,
Why am I not filled with resentment? I receive your silence with contentment. As a unique concession, And in a spirit of confession,
Shades Of Silence
Imposed it’s hurtful,
Freely entered it’s peaceful,
Shared it’s intimate.
Sometimes a childish revenge,
It’s never spoken.
Such icy silence,
Is to my smile, as gunshot
To a flock of birds.