Love is the joy, Love is the motivator, Love is the buzz, Love is the decoy, Love is the lance stabbing the unwary, Love is a dance, Love turns the wheels, Love can be bitter, Love can be sweet, Love can destroy, Love can be a laser cauterising the heart, Love can be pain tearing… Continue reading Love
Tag: Poetry
The key of the gods
Far back in time, a kingdom flourished, Its ruler fair and benign, he sat upon a gilded throne, his acumen divine, Until the day he sent his knights, on an inadvertent crime,where they stole the key to the vault of the Gods, on a raid for special wine. Far back in time, a kingdom flourished,… Continue reading The key of the gods
Giving and recieving love
That all the love you have given Will find it’s way back to you Is such an untruism To expect it needs review Love comes in many guises We give in many ways To think it can be balanced, comprises A skewed view anyway How can this be positivity It feels like a recipe for… Continue reading Giving and recieving love
Devices used by poets. 1.
Poets use a range of musical and figurative devices to achieve their effects. Some of these effects relate to the rhythm and metre ( meter) of the words. In poetry, the meter (or metre) is the basic rhythmic structure of a verse. The study of the rhythm, stress, and pitch (or intonation) of speech is… Continue reading Devices used by poets. 1.
Vicarious Art
Vicarious art, for most a pleasure Joy untold,much to treasure Subsumed in other’s magical creations Teasing, relaxing a range of sensations Amazement, awe and sometimes puzzlement Sometimes art can seem like punishment From early cave to modern construction Art can thrill or cause a ruction Consider art in all its forms Each disipline has its… Continue reading Vicarious Art
Idle Dreams
Those moments that I have, for idle dream I try not to spend, in what might have been Might have been, can’t come again I must imagine future new, or just condemn Myself to running on the wheel Picking at wounds that just won’t heal Cherishing memories is great Learning from the past, the great… Continue reading Idle Dreams
Teddy Bear
Teddybear is sitting in the chair Wondering what clothes to wear Will it be an important day Will she listen to a word I say I have so much wisdom in my head Time she was up and out of the bed I share her secrets large and small Cuddle and kiss her when shes… Continue reading Teddy Bear
Converging Lives. Sounds, Silence and Imagery 