The Mighty Aquarian's Writing Nook
In the words of the great Neil Gaiman, "the poems are free." I post them here for your enjoyment.
"We don't read and write poetry because it's cute. We read and write poetry because we are members of the human race. And the human race is filled with passion. And medicine, law, business, engineering, these are noble pursuits and necessary to sustain life. But poetry, beauty, romance, love, these are what we stay alive for." ― N.H. Kleinbaum
|Posted by [email protected] on June 3, 2016 at 1:40 AM|
Here I sit
In the corridors of knowledge
Where others have sat
Where others will sit
From different walks of life
Each with their own
Recorded within these walls
I add mine
|Posted by [email protected] on May 17, 2016 at 8:00 PM|
Walls obscured with despairs of those
who came before us. The Shadow Angel
greeted us. She spoke of who came before,
to pour their absent spirituality, humanity, life
into the bulwarks of the house. Anguished spirits
entombed to wallow in agonies they experienced in life.
Lost friends, lost loves, lost family,
failed dreams, broken marriages,
squandered prospects, endless loneliness,
every torment was experienced byRead Full Post »
|Posted by [email protected] on April 29, 2016 at 2:50 AM|
I was born the year
The Fab Four disbanded
and the Voodoo Child died.
It was a cursed year,
to those who survived it,
but many more decades
would surpass it.
The formative days of my youth,
existed in the shadowed aftermath
of Love and Peace, reverberations
of combat torn Boomers.
“Stairway to Heaven” filled our kitchen
and “Smoke on the Water” riffed
its way into melodic i...Read Full Post »