He took from his brother, a tiny train, because his coveted it
He took from his girlfriend, her innocence, uncontrolled lust
FOWC: Repercussions
Tag: poetry
Hope
Envisioned by those few holding their souls open
In a World where omnipresent fear’s breeding closed minds.
Spotlight
Those lovely people over at Spillwords who’ve been kind enough to publish a few of my poems asked me to do a brief interview and, if you follow the link, you’ll be able to read assuming you’ve nothing better to do ;O)
To Be A Child
I cannot be seen if I cover my face
There are scary beasts hiding under my bed
I cannot fall down if my Daddy is holding me
The shadows in my room have horrid faces
FOWC: Victim
Life transpires with hidden challenges
Unforeseen, frequently unwelcome
They test our fortitude, our courage
Our desire to take another step
Get Out!
It’s grey, not pink, that’s a bit of a shock
But now that it’s out let’s see what we’ve got
Too many, too much, I’ll make a big pile
Sifting through this could take quite a long while
Roses are Red
Just when you think it’s safe to go out
There is a knock at your heart, tap, tap
Trepidation calls, bearing flowers
Roses, red like the blood flowing still
FOWC: Hindsight
A cruel jest
Or a path to precious learning
A spiteful taunt
Or a route to ultimate peace
Tell the Story: Sinha
His roar of pain could still be heard across the jungle plains
Pursued by the ignoble poachers his strength is waning
They’d taken his mother, her life for their illicit gains
I’m So Excited!
I just can’t hide it! I’m about to lose control and I think I like it! If you’re wondering what I am babbling about and whether I’ve finally lost the plot – it’s this and I haven’t (well not yet I don’t think):
