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Uncertainty

                              Uncertainty   God!. Do not let me doubt so much!.      Let me believe in something that           Will not disintegrate on touch,      Or fail me when I need it most!. Give me […]

The Return

                                The Return   Eastwards the storm-wracked prow, steered for hope’s harbour, home!. (Freeboard      Near-swamped by freighted weight of rarities cramming the holds           And decks, this cargo could  buy family security     […]

Faith

                                Faith        Had I but faith enough!. Then, I could move The legendary mountains at my will; Then, in my life, I surely would succeed And from achievements’ honours take my fill;      Or, being humble in […]

The Giant

                                  The Giant        I saw a giant’s face today amongst the trees, Deep-shadowed, opposite my house. Only his huge, Brown head was visible, his trunk and limbs concealed Beneath a covering of soil and tangled roots.     […]

Her Response

                                    Her Response   Love is a caring, sharing sentiment!.      I do not want your smooth-writ words set down To justify your lack of faith in me!.      I want to feel the actions of […]

Birthing a Poem

                                Birthing a Poem             I feel foreboding in each sense,      (Not of some tragedy or ill, Rather of more significance!);      A turmoil of creative will!.           I […]

Lost

           Lost      (A Satire)   Lost…lost…lost…      In the sands of Poetry, Not knowing which way to turn,      Confused, I go.        I am amazed, Distressed to see, Everywhere, prose praised      As poetry Whilst lyric lines — in beauty dressed —   […]

Say Not So!

                            Say Not So!        Oh, say not so — “We two are through!” —      For you must know, (Through weal or woe),      I love you.        So, say not so; For I shall rue […]

Long Afteryears

                                        Long Afteryears        They will say then — in those long afteryears When you and I are dead and gone with those Who knew us most — then they, (or some), will say […]

Questions

                            Questions   Would you prefer the eloquence and charm,      The glitter and parade in bright display           Of silken flattery’s embellishments,      The flashy compliments, light dalliance And gaudy presents offered every day?.   Would […]

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