Category Archives: Poems

Clearing

Moon is shy,hiding behind the hazeof ash-coloured cloud.Watch with anticipationas the fog clears,every few minutes,to let Moontake centre stagein momentary boldness once again—like a spectatorno longer content with the sideline. Sometimes brave,sometimes meek,always there—unhurried and content. The clouds eventually give wayto yield to Moon in reverence,and there she stands:no veil, no shroud. I imagine ifContinue reading “Clearing”

Pot Calls Kettle Black

I’m reminded what I was told By my Mum, god bless her soul. If you’ve nothing nice to say; Shut your gob, and walk away. . Don’t critize, elder folk One day you’ll be them, that’s no joke Things you say today in jest Like boomerangs  come home e to rest https://www.facebook.com/share/r/1DthUNWPLL/ Pot Calls KettleContinue reading “Pot Calls Kettle Black”

MIRROR OF YOUR SOUL

The path of awakening is not a quiet road. It is spiritual, mysterious, and often impossible to explain to someone who has not walked through their own inner fire. What I have learned is simple yet powerful: when you begin to live in harmony with yourself and with God, a new dimension of awareness opens.Continue reading “MIRROR OF YOUR SOUL”

The Red Words: part 3

Jesus said, “Peace I leave with you; my peace I give you.” Man says, “you will have no peace. You will toil all the days of your life for me.” Jesus answered, “I am the way and the truth and the life.” Man says, “see my gun? Your life is worthless to me. Except forContinue reading “The Red Words: part 3”

Miss…..You Know Who You Are

I find it funny my name is always on your mind.Recently, everytime you post online. In the beginning I was just trying to be nice.Now, I see the devil has your brain in a vise. It doesn’t matter what you say, you obviously lack all the chips to play. How could I fightwith someone whoContinue reading “Miss…..You Know Who You Are”

My Confidant: A Poem

You rise again, hanging quiet in the dark, as you always do: Watching. Waiting. Listening. You don’t knock. Never have. I feel your eyes: Patient. Waiting. I never ask if you have time. You always do. Even when the night is crowded, and others talk, you leave a little space for me. I speak softlyContinue reading “My Confidant: A Poem”