Sonnet History Poems

(1.)

Life Now Cries Out, This Truth, There Is No Holy Grail

I stab the stone wall, all to no avail
Life now cries out there is no...

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The NHS ~ so many memories
But mostly of my children being born
And love and opiates, both made to ease
The pain that wakes a body up...

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As I cut the grass I curse Ben Franklin
He fell in love with France’s close-cropped fields
However, in the land of Kings and Jesters
Who never ate...

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Enow  

enow. / (?'na?) / adjective, adverb. an archaic word for enough

Yes, We Survivors Do Live On But How

Many should die, millions or just...

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Life Weary, So Hungry I Could Eat A Dry Bone


Trekking through fire breathing desert, yes all alone
Mouth full of sand, shattered heart so heavy too
Life...

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Palestine

Hamas fighters, the brave men and women who 
fights for a free Palestine have been killed in the Gaza Strip
together with wives and children.
And once...

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In greener days, when all was harsh and wild,
our stories were sparse and our facts were few.
So much to grow - ev'ry zeitgeist a child...

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Amidst the calmness of a starlit night,
Two lovers begin a journey in their boat,
Their bond grows stronger with each gentle stroke,
As they sail through the...

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In this age of chaos, troubled tunes do chime;
seems elites can't control all the power.
Brawn does drag down ruler's clout over time,
only ones of merit...

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gotta hurry, little time for chatter
not on-deck, always the current batter
pendulum swinging at a hastened pace
as if existence were a non-stop race

skip over letters go...

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the commander

Going on board my ship, a balmy night in Gibraltar
I noticed four old warships (hunter class) tied up
together on a deserted pier as waiting...

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Not by itself is life complicated,
Let me not push world to ways of my head.
  If I try and forgive but can’t forget,
 ...

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not a  collection of life’s greatest hits
more the matter of odd pieces and bits
most aspects of existence left to chance
not always leading to rapid...

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our lady of Guadalupe stands alight in corner air
her gown emerald, cerise, gold
Don Pedro stands afore
glass to glass in an amber glow
Lowry’s beaked bird of...

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I'm not a Monarchist but I don't hate
The Queen. I lied to her when I was nine
At Finningley it was. We had to wait
For ages...

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