Continuing the story entitled Toad Beyond roughly sized rough ocean waters, Constance beholds a cultural country. Before her gaze sets out a vesseled hearse, Black bow plowing beneath white sail flies free. Sand receiving the prow and foreign feet, Messengers step with haste upward to speak. Constance deigns to hear them till near complete, But … Continue reading Toad – pt.2 – Poetic Story
Over the next few weeks I will be writing a long poem, perhaps not the length of Mye: The World Elsewhere, but somewhat reasonable in its length I do hope. Its basis is current affairs, and how the past has led to these times; broad. The poem should sharpen as I proceed to work on … Continue reading Toad – pt.1 – Poetic Story
Beginning as an attempt to write a historical poem on the subject of Voltaire the idea soon changed after reading Candide as research on the writer. It was his outlook that all religions formed from Christian beliefs were foolish and dangerous to the world and its people. He sought opportunity to brush it aside, and … Continue reading Response To Candide – Poem
One Opening Note To Echo Many mornings have moved By bells of devotion Rung in disciplined time To rigorous motion. How do I set my tune, This simple windup box? Cogs, wheels, and ticking things All set to try to tock. Not one note plays its wave To echo through the day, And so to … Continue reading One Opening Note To Echo – Poem
Returning for a third time to the Lensbury following a second day of coaching, I sat in their lounge/bar area (well-priced tea called to me) and wrote. Lensbury Falls Away Back in an airmchair to survey These clientele, each growing grey. Back in this hold of stranger class Where cackling lads outnumber grass. Back to … Continue reading Lensbury Falls Away – Poem
Take in the air and settle as she sleeps Snooze disturbance and block out all the streets Sight falls with force by calling of the Earth Morning sighs once and the Sun is rebirthed.
Lensbury Falls Clompers abuse carpets And every eye looks. Fine chairs, occupants like - Moneyed screens, ancient books. International men Make their children captain; Women know the crying And, smiling, are certain. Lensbury waterfalls Overthrum the grassed lawn. Teddington barges pass The people as they fawn.