by phillipw | Sep 21, 2019 | LO
Complete Mystery of Life 0 “Nature, red in tooth and claw” — Alfred, Lord Tennyson 0 Can it be possible to tell the truth? We doubt it, if we’ve ever known its height, And depths, and breadth. It isn’t in the booth We call religion,...
by phillipw | Sep 21, 2019 | AD, TE
BMs 0 All teenage boys are bored and mad, or mad And bored. (Is there a difference?) Some are bored Enough to kill. Testosterone gangs, bad And bored, don’t reckon they have really scored Till they have blasted some innocent head, Its boring gray...
by phillipw | Sep 21, 2019 | GR, HA, TE, Uncategorized
Arthur Hallam 0 …………………..Arthur Henry Hallum Deep grief refuses warping. You can fold It, put it in a safe-deposit box Protected by a speechless cipher, cold Steel doors with sleepless guards, and keyless locks, But grief...
by phillipw | Sep 21, 2019 | IC, ME
Life’s Memories are Iceberg-shaped ……………………………………..Wikipedia Our memories are iceberg shaped. We think The part above the waves is life, but, no, That’s just the ice...
by phillipw | Sep 21, 2019 | Ho
Hillside Horse Sense These horses wear their blankets in the chill Of April air, cloth ugliness devised To keep them warm but also making ill A lovely scene. Though practicallyadvised, From sloping beauty’s point of view There on the gentle field of freshest...
by phillipw | Sep 21, 2019 | LO
Not Listening 0 When broken trunks crack open and fall down Inside your forest, do you hear? Is there A crumbling, crashing sound that makes you frown? Is suffering deafened, none of your affair? Perhaps you think there isn’t any noise, No broken tree, no...
by phillipw | Sep 21, 2019 | PE
One Peony o One peony has blossomed late. To hold Her globe of fragrance up in bravery Is what she wants. Those petals would enfold The smiles of other pinks and there would be The others’ laughter, if she had her way. Alone she meets the sunshine, though. ...
by phillipw | Sep 20, 2019 | CH, ST
Liberty and Gladness Chuck was that image of a man who skips And kicks his heels together at a whim Of joy. He had the soul of men whose lips Were made for prayer and praise, whose mouth held brim Full words of warmth, intelligence and thought. We think of...
