Looking Out
Looking out I must be the only person who can see a face in a green bush, perfect is it.? let me think awhile, ah yes the lonely face of…
The Warrior of Poetry: The Poetry archive
The Poetic Warrior Returns to his Poetry after Illness Welcome One, Welcome All
Looking out I must be the only person who can see a face in a green bush, perfect is it.? let me think awhile, ah yes the lonely face of…
I am the scientist, therefore, I am. What you call God, little did you know till I told you of this. For years you have gone to your church like…
The Door in the Iceberg Upon Earth time is running out and in Antarctica, there was a crypt, buried in what seemed to be a colossal pyramid shaped iceberg. A…
Happy as a boy created by sand, washing upon the beach I am here, I am there in I come the tide arranges me, but a speck of sand, am…
The ball under my foot, the world it may be, it makes me so unsteady my destination will be unknown at the moment. I have control of a fashion, my…