Death is forming soul, and his raptures be.
I can no longer comfort you,
in this hour of your need.
Death has taken you too far from me.
A stone husk is all that’s left.
No warmth there within your breast,
no heart beating to keep you warm.
Nothing but a cold piece of flesh.
Stiff you become, as the hours grow long.
Your gone forever from this mortal life be,
no longer to touch or smell the fresh air,
‘cause death is your partner now, not me.
who gives the impressionshe is Wonder Woman,in a way she is.A wonderful poetwho gives us a glimpsedeep into her life.Reading her poemsis like peeking into her diary.She can be coy, candid,and great friend as well.She can be fun to be withI know that so wellfor I met her at Stratford.She pleaded with meto go along.I’m…
each of us tears held in our eyes.We bowed our headsand a prayer to saywhen someone placed a bouquetof coloured roses on the groundbefore they buried you away.A stranger whom we did not knowsmiled and serenely said to usthat these flowers represent their life,and what they gave to us.Red roses for the bloodthat pumped arounda…
which someone had sent me to.They told me a new lifeawaits me there.I reached outand knocked on the doornot knowing when it openedexactly what I’d find.My heart beat faster,almost racing from my chest.I could hear footstepscoming from within.My hand trembled even moreas the footsteps headed towards the door.I stood there in anticipationsas the door begins…
my heart aches to return home,but my destiny is to endlessly roam.I left home to seekmy fortune and fame,but fortune lead meinto the devils game.I became a gambler,a player with chancewith a crooked deck to hideto have the odds in my favourso I could never lose.For every gamblerlady luck sometimes desertsand my reward for her…
The sun was shining brighton each wavethat carried its reflection in.The sky in the westwas filled with mottled cloudsand on occasional breaks;the sun’s rays peaked through.An easterly breezelifted the sand into little swirlsand carried them a short whilebefore depositing them down again,as I walked along a sandy beach in April.5 April 2008
I stopped at a photoof the misty spray of Niagara Falls.Staring at it I drifted insidethis time capsule of that decade.I stood by the railings peering overto watch the waters crashing downand listening to the rhythmic hissfrom within the mist far below,while watching The Maid of the Mistdisappear within the falling watersas they dashed down…
