Conjurer Poems - Poems about Conjurer

...Of course, art is always somewhat subjective, breaking established rules: the artist intuitively adding imaginary inches to a canvas; a work in progress, riding waves, finding depth both on an......Read More

... Delusion is but a mind game Orbiting heart’s desire Ego conjurer is to blame We exit when we tire Slow down thought and relax Erst fears and desires, axe Mindful eye, never lax ......Read More

... I want to be a thief, to pilfer rob and steal I want to be found guilty, given time to reflect and heal I want to be locked up in a solitary cell I want to be left alone to stare into the dept......Read More

...There she is, she’s grown beyond root and branch, at peace despite the incontinence of an unlooked for wisdom. And there I am, of a sudden snagged by her knurled spell as if she were the Virgin ......Read More

... ‘Eat when hungry, sleep when sleepy’, adage, simple enough, for a child innocent. Why then with insomnia, war we wage? Methinks, due to bubbling thoughts resident, we stagnate, mired in ego se......Read More

... “what is this strange place, we find ourself in we are trapped in the open, free within” ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Dreams within dreams, what is reality We shift from one dream into......Read More

... Moment to moment reborn with memory imagery shorn in as much as we can manage residual pain within assuage Mere recognition not the end unless at the core ego bends love aligned devoid of ......Read More

... So there she is, a park bench crone, mother of the listless, the passing-by; head bowed, caught between dark and light I sense her yet. There she is, she’s grown beyond root and branch, ......Read More

... Hovers he for long hours, Like a solitary quail Lingering in bowers like a drunk drone Reproaching flowers And Like a weary worm Wriggling with creepers. He whi......Read More

...THE CHANCING- - I chant not believe; finally flicked blind host; cover me always; bless me from sources; spirit unbelief comes forth; protect from demons; conjurer up the lust......Read More

...Stacks and stacks and rows and rows of history, mystery, poetry and prose. A brick-clad bastion, a citadel, a home, a place for the mind to wander and roam, to discover the world and to disc......Read More

...Poet, the Alchemist of prose magician, conjurer, word flows vivid imagery, life sublime illuminating minds through time a poet’s imagination Sweetly words lie in hallowed rows casting and t......Read More

...A leopard found a shepherd who was looking after lambs The shepherd had some sandwiches with different flavour jams The leopard feeling peckish thought he’d steal one tiny sheep So he snuck behind......Read More

...I can not find a beginning to what my mind seeks to say I cannot find a brilliance in the words I wish to convey Every Wishful thought every truth wanted to unfolded only fills with disarray, I am......Read More

...My chest has split, it is agape my will pours out in a constant stream, which bends my spine, drags my head to the ground. I am devoid of many an emotion, except the ones forced into me which......Read More