When the war is over..
When the war is over ————————————————————————————————————– I haven’t been right, maybe I won’t be right again, I left war and war found me. Friends faces are hanging with me, a heavy sadness. My… Continue reading
Category Archive: poetry
The violence storms….
The violence storms ————————————————————————————————————– Whiskey didn’t kill me and war befriended me. Wounded heart that blood-out, had nothing left to lose. Pretty Poet told me in Monterey. California sun, last blessing dear soldier.… Continue reading
GUSTAVO ADOLFO BÉCQUER: In the Towering Nave of a Byzantine Temple
Originally posted on Living on Land:
(from the Spanish of Gustavo Adolfo Bécquer) Tomb of Doña María de Villalobos In the towering nave of a Byzantine temple, by the light filtering down through…
Falling into the fire…
Falling into the fire —————————————————————————————– I saw many shades of red, I have seen blood red in anger, I have seen blood red skies and I have seen the land painted with the… Continue reading
Love live here no-more
Love don’t live here no-more…. Us, living in a liar’s grave. We can’t see no-more. Once we spoke love words, we listen, we pay attention. Now we are laying in a shallow grave. Waiting… Continue reading
One Nation Under God
Originally posted on Angel Takes Flight:
We once were a nation under God The eagle stood for freedom The constitution stood for people What happened to the safety we had What’s next We…
The Color of Conception
Originally posted on Earth & Ether:
Falling into the burning radiations of the Sun I rejoice in a re-beginning My ancestors bequeath me the gift of remembering … hear me … ______ My…
Yesterday We Dreamed
Originally posted on Ples Singsing – A PNG Writer's Blog:
04 NOVEMBER 2020 MICHAEL DOM It was not so long ago Hardly more than a lifetime or so When our nation was…
We’re Each And All This Fallen
Originally posted on euphoria6lues:
And I am him whose horns grew inverted, that entangled our tales forever in an affair interwoven beyond paradisical orchards The blight that slithered pass omniscient’s stares and…
T.S. Eliot verbal poem and some words.
“This is the way the world ends. Not with a bang but a whimper..” T.S. Eliot “My grandfather told me often, one day, the teacher will become the student. The student will become the teacher.” “Once my dear grandmother… Continue reading