Tag: English Poetry

In case you are not aware, poems share some qualities of fine wines. If they are lucky enough to be kept, they change and mature as the years roll on. The lines gain wisdom as they age and somehow bend away or towards the guiding light of the verse. And so it...

Balls of cotton.Sheep on drugs. Floating in the sky above.Black hands picked them in the fields.White hands wove them in the mills.Balls of cotton.Sheep on drugs. Floating in the sky above....

A quick fire poem about the path to peace tapped out early one Friday morning. I hope you like it. 
Bang at paper
not with gun
Bang at paper 
fight for love

Stab at keyboard 
not with knife 
Stab at keyboard 
force for life 

wall is stronger than the spear 
quill is lighter...

Hello World We made it! We are early birds alright. We have one tongue; we have one coin We are beginning to see the light....

Of all the things to be…...