Tilting Poems - Poems about Tilting

The year I became seasick I lived in a bungalow on the edge of a wilderness moor. The sky and land grappled together for supremacy of my soul, Inner dogs whined, my eyes were portholes where cats watched the turbulent dance of garbled mind waves. I had to leave a wife, but knew I could not swim, couldn't drown, nor float. I stumbled across high wind-woven gorse, ghosts crying through...

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Cheated on, she's not messing around; one foot already out the door" - quote by poet. just a p u s h... all that is needed to timber the foundation of dreams. his unfaithfulness, though forgiven, ...

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Head Tilting I’ve lost my up-to-date level of head tilting for the Uncommon Certificate of Head Action School. In my subjects I earned the highest grade ever seen. ...

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("Dark Pool Nebula #3", 2011, original oil) Tilting at Windmills In this modern world, in these modern times adventurers of the spirit are looked down upon at least among my family and friends. It’s all good if kept at a distance, but too up close and personal and it quickly becomes uncomfortable. This is the nature of madness after all, easy to admire or...

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Is truth that important, or ignorance bliss Your place on the Ferris Wheel, roundly dismissed What first must go up, by law to come down Gravity’s joke, if not Heaven bound The yes from the no, the right from the wrong The good from the bad, the weak from the strong A circular stage on which we perform Whose show must go on, to laud or to scorn But why do...

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they say truth is blind but her statue shows only ...

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After the curtain comes down when masks are tossed aside the applause becomes an ember can you live with the left overs will you devour yourself then grow into your flower What is left at the very end a mind at ease or gray mayhem were you truly loved or hated what does the equation say who'll care enough to read your script when time gently...

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Soros with his little pet crusty the clown caught red nosed our country needs a king with a backbone to defend certain rights not this weak minded fool who shakes hands with the devil himself on earth a liberal puppet who agrees with killing children firstly has little value under such a crown lacks deep...

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Multi-coloured whirlygigs and dangling dvd mobiles have a playful role protecting my potted young Blueberry bushes from hungry for worm birds digging up the plants I might even add a baby monitor making the sculpture complete....

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The pretentiousness of I Tilting at windmills In the hope of Dulcinea Little did I know that My Shadow Had the only giants To be found...

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7/4/16 Ever since the beginning blood has always been spilling And when it came to money some made a killing The system many are milking Therefore the balance has been tilting Nearby and far away from flowers wilting Where the temperatures are bone-chilling Artist gilding And others quilting Meanwhile the media continues filming And oil companies remain drilling As farmers keep on tilling Machines are used for...

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read you in a dewy meadow of cataclysmic ambrosia damp feathers of grass tickling the nape of my neck, my eyes could sense seclusion's blossomed temptation 'pon surmised landscapes of poetic otherworldly sublimity, insomuch as sonata's perceptive celestial bodies' played on imposing horizons and seascapes indistinguishable as snowflakes midst commanding symphonic overtures, ...

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Tilting at Simplicity William of Ockham Harbinger of today’s “Occam’s razor”— His simplest solutions Bespeak not always Accurate conclusions. A Simple Simon Binary approach Style vice logic Solutions not always Truest to measure Requires real Human variety. Heuristic methods Abound—of course Tied to many Scientific efforts But how about The Messy? The Complex? Simple rationale On each conclusion May be suspect With only barest of Variables considered. Take your pick—but Use your intuition The easiest aren’t Always most correct Use common...

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The grinding millstone The chaff invested air The lone miller bow's in prayer Seemingly lost in the chaos The code of honour Looking through the opaque The lone miller, is he sage Or lost in the modern age Tilting at windmills Is he a quixotic man Doubtful it was a plan His prayer said Now he mixes Rye, wheat, corn Out of this, bread is born Body soul and...

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He set his classic in La Mancha Don Quxiote and sidekick Panza This duet made an awful fist Ready material for a satorist- Sancho the squire,Don the idealist see more in the renown tale by Cervantes...

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