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…
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…
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…