Upon the river bank in the manner of the bard
Th’re wast upon the riv’r bank a pile of soil transmut’d if ‘t be true thee wouldst indulge me, into a heapeth of emotion laying within. T wast a warmeth…
Poems & yet more poems from the poetic warrior
Fear of the Hour. Fear over rules as it does, fear of the second, fear of the minute, fear of the hour, fear of this day and unknown fear of…
OH MY MORE POEMS FROM THE WARRIOR OF PROSE
Is religion owned by an elite or is religion for everyone that is a very difficult proposition indeed throughout the world, religion ready to take the strays at the door…
Warrior of poetry has been at it again writing poems
Where Greed Never Sleeps A world that is breaking down, the habit of tears an emotional pump is constantly whirring. But is this the way I suggest it is not,…
No Fear, No Memories & Cosmic Flowers.
When the earth is bare once more who will hear, nobody, I expect no fear, no memories what are we here for, not a soul to answer your questions. The…