Best Matured Poems

The poems I never wrote are small fish -
sardines that roam the ocean of my mind.
Swift thoughts are they, and like a fleeting wish,
each flits...

Read more of this work...

If I couldn't please you anymore
Would you still lavender love me
Or would your heart drop on black floor
Would you still hazel hug me

Would you still...

Read more of this work...

As I watched my daughter playing with her son, I couldn't help but see myself in her. I still think of her as a child,...

Read more of this work...

Once love, or rather, that which I thought was love
Swept me over
And had me racing up on a highway
I raced up and up
Till I reached...

Read more of this work...

I loved my job as a botanist, which took me to many foreign lands,
Like the golden sun rises smiling, to meet all our natural demands.

I...

Read more of this work...

She was once young and immature
Delicate to the touch, fragile to the core
Always trying her best, yet being bullied

And despite all the ugly hurtful things...

Read more of this work...

Anchored by its feet hangs the carcass
Butcher removes brisket and strings it
Chuck steak diced for stews and pies
Dark well matured silverside rests
Entrails give the dogs...

Read more of this work...

WALKING NEAR THE WATERS


Under  the  warm  golden  hug  of sunrise’s bliss
shielded  by  rugged ridges  and flagging ...

Read more of this work...

The raging beast of fear in darkness was
Conceived
Its father: Terror  
Its mother: Ignorance, 
With the black milk of hate was it
Breastfed, 
By wrath was...

Read more of this work...

Breathe 

When the night claims you like a wayward leaf of old 
and it takes you to the caves where anything turns gold. 
You don't...

Read more of this work...

Tribute to My Dearest Daughter

My darling daughter,
Precious child of my youth,
Dearest to my heart - 
From that wonderful moment 
When I first felt that fluttering...

Read more of this work...

Two decades old,
Soft skin light toned,
Bushy brown hair,
skinny slim built,
Eyes blue as the sky,
Emotions and mind,
All so very shy.

Born a Capricorn,
Raised in a working class,
Ball...

Read more of this work...

Nothing is ever time wasted, 
just the interlude to the rest of the album. Soon it becomes nostalgia. To think you almost pressed the skip...

Read more of this work...

Passions for expectations with life were none
Till the teenage accepted life as it came anon.
Went to gym, played games, attended school
Swam in the open sea,...

Read more of this work...

To thee I sing O’ muse of verse,
Of our world that the Gods do curse.
For what Gods are these who cruelly play,
Their wicked games, for...

Read more of this work...