Till Bricks Do Us Part
Till bricks do us part that is all in today’s mind of life. Not friendship not nature but profit on brick. A national disease judged by size and quantity shaping…
The Warrior of Poetry: The Poetry archive
The Poetic Warrior Returns to his Poetry after Illness Welcome One, Welcome All
Till bricks do us part that is all in today’s mind of life. Not friendship not nature but profit on brick. A national disease judged by size and quantity shaping…
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…
An Ode to England. Oh kingdom so fair, the trees stand under all weathers, under all skies, on the ground there were still lies. A whole vista of them under…
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 jackets of an older man now seated, the best way he can. On a Sunday in winter, a park, the coat no longer warm. No attitude for there is…