MORE RESPECT

MORE RESPECT It is about time I wrote a poem there are no words or theme presenting and yet, the struggle with human failings in attempts to claim divine heritage is the task of all men which in the holy works includes women in whom the rising power of the Goddess will bring peace and […]

Contemplation

The power comes and goes Old fires light up and die down I close my eyes see stars and galaxies I open them and see a version of a hologram I make some tea and contemplate infinity Time is an illusion only IT is real And strangely enough I am IT Just as you are […]

The River

You can walk by the river a thousand times and each time it will tell a different story now in flood cattle crossing would drown the posts marking the ford still stand out some say there is a spirit in the river and it does seems to live in some way sometimes there is the […]

A New Poem Writ Today

Oh Muse nary word of late Send me some verse Even rhyming perchance In the elegance of poesy. Are there not events worthy In turmoil of earth changes Freedom is nigh as never before But climate is getting worse Build on stilts in flood arears Deep underground for bush fires Cyclones being more frequent So […]

Favourite

A favourite subject is Sleep In poems frequently portrayed I am fascinated by its mystery how you all take it for granted so much of your life is spent am I the only one curious is there another wife in this other life a different job to sleep until I awake at least that idea […]

Mysterious sleep is a favourite theme

Night It is night once more Lights out everywhere From my window I viewed the lake which overlooked the water below the reflected moon stared back shimmering when a fish rose up a faint sound of its splashing then a cloud swept it all away only the blackness of night a scent of white lilies […]

Another poem from my 6th. anthology

Nocturnal Reflections I watched the sun go down And listened to the hush as the night settles over the town a cicada is loud in the silence and frogs soon echo their song the moon glitters through the trees as branches weave in the breeze I draw drapes to shut out the sight Too soon […]