Poetry on the plane I wrote this in a few minutes of flow on my last holiday’s plane journey. On a Book A book is a piece of me I leave behind,Of me and my times to remind.If you read it, you honour me,And if you don’t, I’ll let it be. To write something is my […]
Poetry This poem was inspired by a photo I liked. Read it aloud boldly, my dear friend. Dawn Celestial orbs silently circle and spin,Earth sails with denizens of dark and light,That awaken as night begins to thin,Eases its grip as the horizon grows bright. You stir from sleep and listen to the dawn,It tugs you
A poem In free verse, best read aloud to enjoy it fully, dear friend. Over the Edge Over the edge I step tentatively, into the unknown terrain of my mind. The flowers of the valley lift their bright faces, and smile up at me, Their scent calls my seeking mind, The green grass beds beckon my
A poem In free verse, and it must be read aloud, dear reader. Living Large I feel largest in life in those occasional interludes, In which an instant in time seems like an eternity, And the moment has limitless possibilities I can influence, Marked by the giant hand of the clock of infinity. The world
A poem In pentameter, primarily iambic. Read aloud for the true pleasure of poetry. Faces I met someone after ages yesterday,Bare facts had, in time, long faded away,Name, voice, and history were all a haze,But ah, I knew I surely knew that face. Life and genes equally shape our visage,Prints or dental X-rays aren’t our
A poem My regular readers know I don’t usually write free verse, but it felt most natural for something so close to my heart. I hope you’ll read it unhurriedly aloud, even if it’s a murmur like the subject. Rain Life falls from the sky,In gentle, soothing drops,It feels like salvation. Like curtains on the
A poem for your wisdom portfolio (In pentameter and mostly iambic. Recite it aloud to enjoy it best, dear reader.) Songs of the Soul: The Amazing Art of Poetry Did you read a few short lines sometime,Of wonderful words that so thrilled your heart?Were you smitten by their feeling or rhyme,Wasn’t it a poem, then?
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Part of your wisdom portfolio Sing it aloud, verse and chorus! What nonsense! Why are we here, to what end?To live is such deep desire,Why it’s so, no one can tell.Why must we struggle and strain?For what purpose, what’s the aim? What is this life?What nonsense! Reach for jobs, then positions,Grab mates to make babies,Eat
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Part of your wisdom portfolio (Loosely a long sonnet of thirty-four lines in iambic pentameter. To read aloud, as always.) Couldn’t Care Less I was a surly baby, which is par.My parents told of a happy childhood,Blithe nonchalance was my youth’s lodestar,Until care crept in and settled for good. For many years, I didn’t care about
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Emanations of the Philosophy of Life Instinct (To get the most out of this perspective, detach yourself. Imagine you’re some intelligent entity looking down on Earth from fifty thousand km up in space and observing all its life forms, including humans.) This story is about a recent event in India that I watched with dismay, leaving
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