Halo The Martian
Halo, the Martian, sits by the pond he had found us many years ago and knew we wouldn’t harm him he would sit cross-legged staring through the bulrushes his ovoid…
HERE WE GO AGAIN FOR ANOTHER POETRY ROUND UP
The Stream I’d reached the life stream pick up point, the pineal transfer register was high and the light would soon open to astral flight through the ether, it could…
FROM PROTESTS TO TRAVEL OuR POETIC WARRIOR IS ON A ROLL…
Warrior of Poetry sends his love and prayers to India and also prays that in all densely populated areas the future will utilise land and buildings so people don’t have…
A Weight Was Lifted
A weight was lifted from my world, as clouds came down and touched the very ground I stood upon. Often I had wondered within life’s troubles and distortions. If I…
I Am A Wilted Flower
I am a wilted flower of that I can claim, I pulse out the idea the previous day, let it me flow in early morning. Quiet time in silence, the…