Gillian.E. Shaw Poems
|41.||Unpardonable. (A Poem Of Britain) Or In The Beginning Was The Word.....||11/16/2005|
|42.||D - Murder In The Cathedral||4/29/2005|
|43.||N - Survivors Of The Great War.||3/11/2005|
|44.||Death By Hanging.||11/6/2006|
|47.||A Demon Abducted His Reason!||6/21/2006|
|48.||D - While The Princes Slept.||6/20/2005|
|49.||The River Erdre.||10/15/2005|
|50.||We Do Not Feel Her.||3/1/2005|
|52.||N - The Apron||3/2/2005|
Comments about Gillian.E. Shaw
We Do Not Feel Her.
And as she turns we do not feel her:
Four seasons pass in several shades;
life, the given spark to ignite the flame.
Time past is spent. Only to be
waved away without a care?
Then failing... falling on bruised knees:
For troubled souls seek a simple prayer
faced with the complexities of faith.
Oh... who is he without a name?
Why so many players at the game?
Where for art thou footsteps leading?
Hearts who suffer much are bleeding.
Youth lacks compassion; it's the fashion;
all is given and then taken.
Mankind's instinct to ...
X - The Ambitious Knave.
If a prince and his mistress whispered into the ear
of an ambitious and immoral knave;
would he boast, brag or crow?
With reluctance say no?
Or intimidate the court with his standing?
If the ambitious and immoral whispered into the ear