Its hard when you sit on your chair in the night Wrapped in the duvet so warm, but not right The bed it is calling a siren song I snuggled in once, but the coughing was too strong I decamped to the lounge, to the reclining chair I am sitting here wheezing and coughing, not… Continue reading Its hard when you sit in your chair in the night
Author: Sam
Clouds of passion
Events from the past
Frozen in time, behind windows of glass, In the museum of the mind Events from the past, in crystal clear clarity The memories are stored, allowing recall first class. But how clean are those windows? From the thoughts we revive, When we dredge deep in the recesses, for treasures or lines, Have some of the… Continue reading Events from the past
Never more alive
You are the symphony Lavish loving orchestra Music resonating to the sky We lay looking at the cosmos I see the ripples from your music Hear,new sounds as the music hits the stars Watch the pinpoints of light sparked Nerve endings raw Never more alive Than in this moment.
Values
What did I want from this life? Did I understand as I stumbled through? Planning. No, more like serendipity With no direction, what have I missed? With reaction, rather than considered action What crass decisions have I made? How have those decisions rolled out across the the cosmos? How have those ripples impacted on others?… Continue reading Values
Flying…cutting edge design
Cutting edge design? If so it’s a crime I get, the need to streamline To make everything compact To reduce weight, that’s a fact I understand that, first class gets the whizz The smaller the space, the more the design should fizz So why,in lower classes, on planes Do I feel a maniac holds… Continue reading Flying…cutting edge design
Flying
Washed up on an island paradise Needing to leave,this land of rum and spice Four thousand miles at least to travel How to fix, its a conundrum, to unravel From the Carib sea so lush and blue To the grey cold world of the North Sea true Sailing in a boat would take too long … Continue reading Flying
Mass transportation
Mass transportation has its place It moves around the human race Not with comfort style and grace But with expediency that we can trace A definate boon, an interface Moving us long distances in hours not days Space and comfort a premium, that money pays The juddering jet, held up by spells The ferry… Continue reading Mass transportation
Funchal
Sunshine on the hillside glinting houses white Bouganvillia near the dock glowing ever bright Cable cars into the sky an orderly procession Giving stunning views,though safety an obsession Tobogans flying down the hills, tourists terrify Flowers in the market, our senses electrify Maderia wine on offer, plucked from the vine So many types to try,… Continue reading Funchal
The stresses on words and the rythmn of poetry
The best way to read poetry is aloud. The choice of words the amount of syllables and the arrangement of lines will dictate the rhythm The time taken to say the word will depend on the amount of syllables and where the stress lies. Punctuation affects rhythmn . Line stops or the running of two… Continue reading The stresses on words and the rythmn of poetry
Converging Lives. Sounds, Silence and Imagery 