Biography of Will Beeeee
I try to make sure my poems are short and varied.
I see each one as a child with its own personality.
I am not published, although I am willing to consider reasonable offers
and am continuing to improve and develop my work.
Will Beeeee Poems
You are together in body, one crowd. Iam alone one man. But how are you linked, SPEECH? Some are silent.
You are a protected species, when I smile, you look the other way. When i speak you do not listen. When I touch, you turn away. when I express my mind, you close yours.
'You snivelling coward, why arnt you like all the other young men, giving their life's to their betters & Superiors without question. Don't you realise that if everyone was like you, with their high moral standards, refusing to be bullied & pilloried into killing
'A sound discipline is just the thing for the playwright to have' With this in mind, I shuffled through the books, one fell on my foot, 'ouch' I cried Ssh! said the librarian. I learned my sound discipline.
Your Face Is A Picture
'I'am angular 'she said, leaning forward, her shape and poise like some statuesque work of art. Her movement and conversation finding many points of view.
The First Casualty
I wasn't there but I heard, about the first casualty. Sacrificed, along with Love and Hope. We know that Love cannot exist without Truth
It is Autumn and the leaves, leave the tree's. It is Autumn and the birds swarm, to somewhere warm. It is Autumn, but you left me in the Spring.
The Shortest Day
Shout out the lie, how can you say,24 hours in a day? What about a birth just before midnight, or a death just afterwards. It's absurd, when night takes daylights place does it darken reasons face, when you say 24 hours in the shortest day.
The Feast Of Stephen
The crowd loud with laughter, kazoos and party hats, failed to satisfy the yearning of the young mans heart. He no longer had the appetite for things he once held dear. His reason for life missing the way ahead not clear.
People take to the stage to sing their songs, a one way conversation, drowned out by instrumentation. INTERMISSION The song itself is just an intermission, in lives conversation,
Music is in your language. Moderato/Allegretto/Crescendo, I recognise the rhythms, but not the meaning.
People take to the stage to sing their songs,
a one way conversation, drowned out by instrumentation.
The song itself is just an intermission, in lives conversation,
played with actions and words.
During their intermission, our voices take centre stage,
to announce their feelings, without being heckled by instrumentation.